I loved bathing in my bath milk and making my skin as soft and fragrant as possible. I guess it made me feel like a siren but also virginal as well. T...e white milk a sign of purity.I'm rambling again, aren't I John? Like an errant clematis climbing up a stone wall, clinging on for its dear life determined to blossom, hell-bent on flowering. I’m like that. Or I would be if they'd allow me to be myself.Do you remember the time we fucked at your house when your wife was at work? That was very. After all the fathers had finally arrived, each was escorted by his daughter into the small theater where number-labeled lounge recliners were arrayed before the stage. Each pair took their assigned seat corresponding to the daughter’s choker number. Most of the couples kicked the chairs back and cuddled together as they awaited the show. ‘So, Daddy, which of my classmates is your favorite so far?’ Evelyn held her motionless finger hard against her father’s groin. She felt his cock pulse a. ”“I see.” Chris said slowly. “And does Molly know about your crush on her?”“Hell no, she’d probably hate me for it.” I answered. “She’s always seen me as her… probably her big brother figure. I shield her from fuckboys. If I want to be true to myself, I need to shield her from me.”“Shield her from yourself?” Chris asked me. “So then, you want to make Molly one of your conquests?”“Fuck no. No. God no.” I instinctively replied, recoiling at the question.Chris nodded slowly to himself. “I think. When he arrived I meet him at the door. He had a very surprised look on his face "Dad! is that you!!" he said..."please call me Barb tonight sweetie" I said. WOW you look hot!! was all he could manage. I thanked him and gave him a big hug and then a soft kiss on the lips...he did not pull back. "I know you dressed, I found some of your old pictures and liked them" he said. He took the lead and we kissed again with much passion. He lead me to the bedroom. I layed down and spread my legs and he.