I could feel her heart beating in sync with my own. Finally, trembling, I whispered again, "My turn." I pushed her back a little, against the pillows ...t the end of the sofa. I put my hand on her knee, then slid it up, millimeter by millimeter, up her leg. Up to her inner thigh, up to the edge of the softest curly hair imaginable. She moaned, just a little. I trailed a finger down her thigh again, then up, enjoying teasing her. I decided it was time to experiment a little; one finger stroking. I took it from him and in the dim light I saw my mother sitting on a beach in a bikini smiling into the camera. I'd never seen the picture before. “That's mom only very young, how old was she?”“Seventeen. I took that picture on our first date, we were at the park at Scotch Lake. I fell like a tree in the forest for her and asked her to marry me fifteen minutes after I took this. I was serious but she thought I was just trying to get into her pants and managed to hold me off for four. My name is Jack but from the moulment we met sissy called me her Daddy. the fucked up thing was she refused to spend a dime of my money all she wanted to do was baby me and treat me like a child. When she moved in with me she told me she was quiting her job and would be taking care of me full time, I didn't know what that ment then but I learned fast.....This little girl was a freak.The first clue was when I went to take a piss, she would follow me into the bath room and hold my dick to direct. ‘4.30PM.’ I felt like a fool, knowing I’d waited for him an hour and now that I was leaving he decided to show his face. Hell, I was a fool. ‘I know.’ He said this quietly, looking away from me and I took the opportunity to take him in. He looked as gorgeous as he had the other day. Only this time he was wearing faded blue jeans and the rest was obscured by that same black jacket. He was so unbelievably male and gorgeous that it left me wondering if I was even in his league. I don’t think I.