Again, I was the beneficiary of these displays when we went to bed. We never really talked about it, but things always heated up in bed whenever I wo...ld ask daddy to fuck me.By the time she reached 15, my daughter had turned into a beautiful sexy young lady. She was 5' 5”, with gorgeous long, light brown hair down to her slim waist, hazel eyes, with an athletic body and a cute little nose with full lips to kiss for days. I suppose that was one of the reasons Michael enjoyed the kissing so. "Please don't take it away, Daddy. I promise I'll do better. Please." I can't let this go unpunished," Harold told her."I know Daddy, and you're right. Can you punish me later?" Later?" I'm still a little sore from this afternoon," Heather admitted."Take your shorts off, little girl." Harold commanded."Off?" she asked, hesitantly, as she worked the tight jean shorts down her body, exposing her thong underwear."Blue Jeans are too much protection."Harold sat in the middle of the couch and his. He led me past tables piled with lingerie, stopped, cast anappraising eye at me, back at the table. Picked up a bra, a satin slip.A pair of panties. Led me back. Silently pointed to a dressing room.I knew I would, though I barely knew how. I wanted my own clothing tovanish, the mechanics of slipping arms free, of hanging up, of kickingoff heavy shoes would force me, I knew, to have to tell myself thatwhat was happening was something that I wanted to happen. Me. What Iwanted.Help me find what I. A gathering of old farmers and city girls had begun to occur every Sunday morning down at the big church parking lot. The girls would talk to the old farmers in their pickup trucks and some would go home with them. The pastor would hang around the parking lot to do spur of the moment weddings in an attempt to keep the girls legal. He had a brisk business. The girls walked down to the church Sunday morning. Sue talked to an old farmer in a Dodge RAM crew-cab pickup. He had lost his wife and was.