“That one looks like it’ll do the trick.”She hung on my shoulder as I navigated through the ordering process, entered in my credit card number, ...nd hit the submit button.“Awesome! I can’t wait,” she chirped and threw her arms around my neck again. “Thanks for getting me my very own cock, Daddy.”“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Enjoy it.”“Oh, I will.” She kissed me several times on the cheek, grabbed her laptop, and dashed off to her bedroom. Luckily she was in such a rush that she didn’t notice the. As our breath came to a gentle rhythm and we both closed our eyes I just couldn’t get off my mind how perfect that moment felt. I feel so safe (as cliché as that is), when I’m with him… so secure… like nothing bad can come to me or us or him just as long as his hand is holding mine and I can feel his heart beating next to mine… I was awoken by him shifting his weight on the couch, simultaneously moving mine as well, as he propped himself up on his right side. As my eyes opened, I felt his hand. In fact, the idea of it being inside my dirty ass makes the act all the more meaningful to me." Fuck, you ARE a nasty slut." I said in amazement."Mmmm, but I'm YOUR nasty slut." She moaned.I reached down, grabbing her t-shirt above her jeans and pulled it up. Melanie lifted her arms, helping me in pulling it off and dropping it on the floor. She tried to turn, but I held her in place. I wanted to lean my head down and kiss her neck, but she was just too short to do so without breaking contact. Callus on the house phone if anything comes up or you need us.Love Mom"I sat there thinking what the number to the house phone was and I hadno idea, I'm not even sure why we had a house phone anymore. I guessit's for when your son takes female hormones for nine months behindyour back and you punish him by taking his phone away.So I had the house to myself all day. What to do? Last night I learnedthat having long hair isn't easy, although I loved seeing girl's withlong pretty hair and I so.