“And with your bras too.”"Daddy!” she cried in kind of phony shock. “Do all fathers do this? …“Not all,” I said, trying to be honest and...sound matter-of fact. “We don’t talk about it to each other. It’s very private with us. But I think a lot of us do.”“God,’ she said, “That’s so pervy!“The coach says you all want to … fuck us. She says it’s your natural inclination.” “Lots of fathers do want to fuck their daughters,” I admitted, “But it’s wrong. … It’s i****t.”“Yeah, she said that too. She. Seeing a dull, grey building, what seemedto be a block of apartments, he decided to ask their receptionist if theyknew the number.An electric buzzer sounded as he entered, as if to warn the receptionistof a customer. The only problem was - there was no receptionist."Hello?" he called out hesitantly. It didn't seem like an apartmentbuilding, but hey, he would try his luck anyway. "Is anybody here?" Yes, yes. Hold on just a minute," a voice sounded and a man with themost ridiculous hairstyle Jack. ”Mark was pleased to see the girl again. She wasn’t really a girl, at 24, but compared to his 45 she seemed young. He smiled at her trying to put out of mind how badly he wanted to fuck this little brunette. “Yeah, it should all be there. Where is your lab? I can bring these wherever you need ‘em.”Arianna frowned slightly and Mark could tell she was going to ask for another favor. He’d do it though, whatever she wanted he’d probably do at this point. Arianna finally piped up, “My lab is really. They’d take long strolls through the park. They’d sit for hours along the river and watch the canoes and boats drifting lazily by on warm Summer days. As the balmy days of Summer gave way to the frigid, windy days of Winter, they would wrap themselves up warmly and off they’d go to ice skate or sled at one of the many parks that dotted the city in those heady days. It was only a matter of time until their fondness grew into love and their love led to marriage. They’d been seeing each other.