She’s in no state to listen to you.”“And what do you wish to say to me, Subdeacon?”“Privately, please.”He nodded grudgingly and I followed...him out of the sitting room to his study. I shut the door and he pointed to a leather chair and I sat. I decided it was best if I simply started the conversation.“Father Deacon, do you love your daughter?”“Of course! What does that have to do with anything?”Quite a bit, but I wasn’t ready to answer him just yet.“And you believe in confession and. I looked down at my hot bikini clad body again. My insatiable lust had driven me into this high risk situation. I have no control anymore. The rest of my life will an ever increasing series of risks to feed my transvestic fetish.Eventually I got myself under control and just lay there, relaxed.A while later I saw two women arrive further down the beach. They walked away from me and settled down some distance away.The whole time my heart was pounding. It took an effort of will not to get up and. We got started when she was in college,Now she lives with me. I do have a daughter from my first marriage, she's 23 and I think she wants in too.” he said laughing.Jasmine waved.“Hi, all. I’m Jasmine and Dad doesn't mind if we swap with someone. But I get to pick.” said the busty Black girl.A tall slim Black man with broad shoulders stood up. “Hey all, I’m David. Played some B-ball in college. Now I’m an accountant. Serena is my stepdaughter.” He said, indicating a slim white girl on. “Have you ridden in my car before?” I asked, thinking that would be impossible, that I would certainly remember such an attractive passenger as her. Wondering how many other women I wasn’t related to might have ridden in my car. Because we certainly weren’t related, that much I knew.“Not this car but yes, in your car. It was a long time ago,” she pulled the hoodie over her head and revealed a bright purple sports bra with her nipples poking at the tightly stretched fabric. A tattoo of a.