She had gotten her beautiful long hair trimmed to a short bob. It was almost mannish. "Yes, Anne..." I sputtered. "Well, and what do you think?"... "Anne, I...uh...I just enjoy sometimes wearing girl's clothes. I don't want to be a woman. I don't want to be like those ...men...dominated like that." "Oh, quit your whining. Do you want to stay married to me, yes or no?" "Yes...of course...you should not even need to ask that. I love you mnre than anyone in the world." "Good. I. The fact that my daughter was masturbating wasn’t a big deal; it was quite normal for a sixteen-year-old girl. But the fact that she was watching porn was a surprise. If I had a son and caught him watching, I wouldn’t think twice about it.I calmed myself but my cock was still hard. I went to the bathroom and jerked off while imagining Brandy finger-fucking herself. Afterward, I felt guilty and promised myself to never again use her as a jerk-off tool.It didn’t work. From that day in May, I. I said well if you’re ok with it so am I.She says thank you.I started on her shoulders and upper back and oiling her as much as I could without hurting her and all she was doing was moaning saying oh god that feels so good.I went to her lower back and upper butt cheeks getting near to her ass crack with her just moaning all the time.When I got to the legs and feet she giggled at her feet being tickled some and I went to her legs and calves working them hard to relieve the muscle knots that she. The last thing she needed was another ticket. Her husband had nearly had a stroke when he found out about her last one and this time she was sure to pay. “Crap!” she said again for emphasis, then sighed and turned into a dirt road conveniently screened by foliage that would mask her indignity from passing motorists and turned off the engine. “Get a hold of yourself,” she scolded, checking her hair in the rear view mirror. “I can talk my way out of this.” The cop eased up behind her and sat in.