You're distracting me. Where was I? Oh, yes. I wasn't the same little girl I had been when he first became my Daddy, and that meant our relationship h...d to evolve to the next step. I was a big girl now, and I had matured, with a big girl's outlook on life and a big girl's desires. But even a big girl needs a Daddy. And he's the perfect Daddy for me."I can be a very bad girl. When I moved in with him, I continued to live my life the way I had since I escaped from mother. He found my preferred. I started attacking more viciously, but she moved out and I could not connect. But the tension was rising. It was becoming a real fight between a husband and wife.The first round was over without anybody getting any points. We both were sent back to the corner for rest. I looked at her and she looked at me. I was challenging her and she sort of accepted the challenge by looking confident. The bell rang and the second round was begun. The real fight starts now.A few seconds of the move, I. (I did not want local cab companies to wonder why they were ferrying so many beautiful women to the same house.)I had decided to invite all my existing girls as well and make a good weekend of it. Besides, I wanted Wendy and Fran there to provide a bit of organisation. Vicky and Simone got special instructions to travel down on Wednesday and it fell to them to spend the whole of Thursday buying in food and drink and getting plastic sheets to cover the beds; there must be no trace of our. 3 drinks down and his hand is up my skirt again pressing on the wet material of my panties, mine is rubbing his cock through his trousers under the table. We both make our excuses and leave making our way back upstairs to the office. I excuse myself to the bathroom and after find him sitting on his chair in the office in the dark. I lock the door and walk over to him. I stand over him and he looks up at me and finally our lips meet. It is better than I imagined. Gently at first we kiss, our.