" But you want to be a girl," he replied. "You alwayswanted to be a girl." Of course I've always wanted to be a girl, John." Ireplied. "If only that m...gic was real." Then let me show you," he told me."What are you going to do?" I asked."Listen, he said to me. "You think like a girl,because you are one." Of course I'm a girl," I told John."You are my girl, Rob." Of course I am your girl, John." Your hair is down to your nipples."'Of course, my nearly crew cut hair is down to mynipples.' I said. I didn’t know what their practice was or how they might go about being mated by their a****ls. A moment of trepidation passed over me, but I resolved that I could only do what I was comfortable doing. It was who I was and how I was in the mating. All my mating followed the same process, so I proceeded with that resolve to be true to myself.I knelt on the ground, petting the a****l around its head and flanks, gaining my own comfort with the a****l and allowing it to gain comfort with me. I moved. "Do you know, Smee attempted to blackmail me?" he added.I shook my head, appalled. I had suggested Smee get a tape of the then chaplain when he abused himself, while he watched tapes of his wife as she writhed in ecstacy, as an insurance policy. Never did I think for a moment that mild-mannered Smee would try anything like blackmail."In exchange for all copies of all tapes and discs of my wife, daughter and yourself—I'm sure he didn't cheat me—I set him up in business. My money, his know-how.. As usual I was already wet...hormones! I bit my lip as I slowly teased myself, circling my clitoris slowly and occasionally sliding two fingers inside myself. Before long I was panting hard, my orgasm close, but still I continued to tease myself, knowing my orgasm would be all the more intense when I allowed myself to tip over the edge. I threw my head back, moaning out loud when a noise from the doorway had my head snapping up in shock.There stood my daddy! Still in his work suit, but with his.