A smile. Oh, really? So what movie do you want to see? I don't know. Well, there's always the girlie flick over there. Hmm, romance, comedy, most defi...itely a girlie flick. She playfully pokes me. I pout. Hey, I'm the one making the sacrifice from the 'flex, grunt, flex' that I love so much. "Battle on, Xena!" She laughs, oh yeah, and it's 'grunt, flex, grunt'. Ahhh, I see the difference. She points to the one she would prefer to watch.I nod.The pack barely noticed us gone, and no one really. Stepping back slightly, she saw that her breasts stood high and firm, with no sign of the sag that had been developing over the past fifteen years. She traced a finger down across her stomach and was astonished to find that the stretch marks that had been present since she was fourteen were completely gone, leaving only smooth, taut skin.Grinning in delight, she spun, stood on her tiptoes and peered over her shoulder. Her ass was round and tight with no trace of the cellulite dimples that she. Why did men have such a goofy addition to their anatomy? I decided they’d best be left alone.Daddy’s hands, meanwhile, were exploring me. They rubbed my nipples and with his right hand, he played with my clit. He touched it very gently and slowly began to rub it in circular motions. This felt delightful. He could rub me there all day. He put his middle finger partway inside me, then took it out and resumed massaging my clit. Lovely.I quickly turned around and straddled his head with my thighs,. A woman’s role is know and excepted. She can be girly and flirtatious and not have to hide her love of cock and love of getting fucked. I experimented. I hid away girls underwear in my room and when no one was around, I would wear them. The girlier the better, soft lace, silky thongs. They felt incredible as they cradled my cock and balls. I loved the way they felt and made me feel. Very sexy and horny. I would imagine a man taking me from behind, pulling my thong to the side and ramming his.