The staff and other guests are there to help you do just that.Two weeks later, Joanie is standing in one of the "conversion" rooms of Fantasyland. She...looks around her with a very confident, assured look on her face and addresses those in the room.“Hello. My name is Joanie and today is my forty-eighth birthday.”The other guests and staff applaud and wish her a happy birthday.“What will now take place and you will experience is me allowing myself to act out and have acted out on me what has. ..."I'm immediately excited, but have no idea who it's from. So I'm caught between lust and ignorance. What can I do?Send a reply, I suppose. So I compose a text, keeping the language as neutral as I can. "Hello. You look fascinating, but I don't think we've met. How did you get my number? Are you sure you've sent this to the right person?" I press send and rejoin my friends at the bar but moments later, my pocket buzzes again.I step aside once more and this time, the picture is of a very full. You reply that it’s soft. “What is it, a feather?” you asked a little hoarse. You hear him smile (as if that is possible), “uh huh”. The feather is then stroked on your other leg starting at your foot, then around the ankle, up the calf, outside the thigh, then to the inner thigh. You’re thinking that your pussy and tits will be next. The feather is now on your face smoothly stroking each cheek, your forehead, under your jaw, then you moan waiting for the feather on your lips. Instead it’s him. “Ohhhh, daddy,” she cried out from the sudden feeling of her pussy being filled with my cock. It felt so hot and tight, and the look of absolute bliss on my sweet daughter’s face was priceless.“Oh God, oh fucking God,” I whimpered.It was as if I lost all sense of reason. An animal need consumed me and I slammed my cock in and out of her like a rabid beast. I was going a little mad with lust. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the forbidden tightness of my daughter’s neglected pussy.Sam.