He shifts me so that my feet are on his shoulders and Im lying back. Daddy pushes his head up against my pussy, and inhales deeply. He runs his finger...lightly down the length of me and back up. Then he trades his finger for his tongue. I know Im wet, I can feel it, and it slightly embarrasses me, because its my Daddy, for heavens sake! Im not supposed to want him to fuck me. And Im definitely not supposed to want him to lick my pussy. Daddy, I want you to lick me without my panties on! I cry,. The hot, dry weather had had turned the grass a shade of tan. The greenness was waiting within for the trigger of rain to start recoloration. That would signal a restart of growth. It reminded him of his life at the moment. He had lost his greenness in his idle waiting. He looked forward to turning green again.Like the waiting grasses, he had no control over when or how robustly he would spring back to life. He could do little more than the dormant blades, stretching their roots ever deeper in. His nimble fingers began to work at the drawstring on my collar, loosing it up to allow egress to my chest."I found the note from the doctor," he smiled, lightly kissing my chest. "Why didn't you tell me?" I searched the darkness with bewildered eyes, "What note?" His kisses forced me into the pillow, "The note that said we are expecting!" "EXPECTING? A BABY? ME?" I cried loudly, and scrambled for the door, falling over the rug as I raced for the car. Quickly I threw open the door and fell. " He had sex with you, I can picture it now... "You really don't understand. Before Deepak came along, you were John, my husband." "No way." Not with my tits. No man could have tits like mine, unless I gave them to him. Hmmm, this headache was going away. "I'm afraid so. You see, he turned me into a dominant, masculine woman, while turning you into my submissive, effeminate partner. We became lovers, and he suggested that we deal with you by providing a reason for amicable divorce - the.