My mind instantly wandered back to those spankings, how Daddy’s finger rubbed my wet pussy before spanking it. I felt my pussy tingle and dampen as ... bit my lip, listening to Daddy now panting. Oh how badly I wanted to go in there and touch it again, how I wanted to wrap my lips around it again, and how I wanted Daddy to make me cum.I closed my eyes and unfortunately, a moan escaped my lips. I was lost in my own world when Daddy opened the door, standing there naked and staring at me; I. It was her idea to get me to go back over the events in my life since Icame here last June to spend the summer with Matt Wilson. I would setdown all my feelings, all the people who had become important to me. Thatis how I came to write all this about what went on with and around me.The aim was to get my Butch side and my Stacy side, my past and mypresent, to come together. If I could not manage this, I would not havemuch of a future.It worked like a charm. I got my mind back, and then some; I. Only moving the small fingers, but feeling a little moist. She is smiling a lot and looks over her shoulder with the glassy eyes I know so well. I wiggle my fingers and she smiles. more little wiggles and more smiles. THEN a big old kiss over the shoulder, her eyes are closed. I watched her shirt move up a little while she moved to kiss me. The GUY watched this and stopped talking. He is smiling a lot, and watching close. I continue to kiss her and moved one hand slowly(as always to give her. Hey the more cream,the harder my cock. The harder my cock, the more milking needed.Logical see. Plus I was getting a taste for this cum stuff. OK a bitsalty, but nice all the same.In the background I heard Sophie say. "Well sweetie if you're thateager perhaps we can get you to milk a few friends of ours as well,then you'll have a running supply of love cream."Without thinking about what that actually meant reality I made theappropriate grunting noises of agreement. Same theory; more cream.