" "You were eighteen in February, the fifteenth." "Yes," Jason smiles, glad that I remember, "I have a photo of us."Jace. I produce the photo from my ...acket pocket, my dad had it framed to keep in his private office. Showing it to Megan, she puts a hand over her mouth as tears streak her cheeks, she mumbles as she dissolves into tears. Instantly I hold her tight as she cries into my shoulder. Running a hand over her hair, I hush her tears and kiss her forehead. I have no idea what I'm saying. I curtsied for her. "Hello Bridgette, I'm Samantha.?She replied, "Oh what a cute little doll you are. You're very lucky tohave a Mother like Mrs. Donovan who'll let you be your true self. Ithink you two are going to get along great together.?As Terry led me to the styling chair and began to work I could hearMother and Bridgette talking in quiet tones while Bridgette waited forher appointment to start. I couldn't hear much but I made out thewords "poor dear? and "wets the bed? and "plastic. But, that hardly mattered as I belonged to the senior most class of the school and had support of my classmates, so others very well got adjusted to the fact that their objections were hardly paid heed to. Amidst of these, Indrani sometimes got disturbed and had minor quarrels with me, but I pacified her with my sweet talks and slight caresses. To spend some lonely time, we started visiting lonely parks and such.Then, came my birthday. I was in a very good mood that day. One of my classmates,. She slowly squatted down. Hot water ran off her back. Her pussy felt even hotter. It was boiling. And she knew she had to feel her father's big prick stretching and pushing into it. Starr spread her lean thighs wide and hovered over his big cockhead."Let me, Daddy," she said softly.He nodded, and then grabbed the soap. He stared up at her pussy, held his cock and soaped it quickly, until the hard flesh was covered with lather."It might hurt," he said."I don't care!" Starr whispered quickly. "Be.