I remembered the route we took on my first journey in the South and knew that each day we were getting closer to Lisa. I reminded Cadence of this when...she complained of her sore butt and she resolutely continued. I promised to rub the sore spots as soon as we were settled in an inn.Along this section of the road, we began to meet other travelers, some traveling the same direction we were and some headed north. By mid-afternoon, we'd shed our woolen coats, and basked in the afternoon sunlight. She knew her Father's footsteps. She laughed a sweet baby laugh, and started kicking. Carol had to hold her tight to keep her from jumping and falling in the floor. She was almost 9 months old, now. She was walking, and had said a few words. Carol still gave her a bottle at bedtime, but she ate from a plate, most of the time. Her appetite was a match for her Daddy's, too. Her eyes were a brilliant blue, and her skin was the same pale color as Carol's, but her hair was tinged with red, like her. What should I do?”“Let him look. Just keep smiling and let him know you are aware of where his eyes are.”When I leaned over the sink to turn the tap on the shirt lifted. Revealing my bum in all it’s glory. I turned my head and smiled at him, “Do you like that?” I asked“ Ssssorry Miss.” He stammered.“Don’t be sorry.” I said crouching down and wiping the graze on his leg gently. “Did you like it?”“I like that more.” He said shyly, “And them.”“He likes my pussy and my tits more than my bum.”(From. . I wouldn't even rule out fucking Pastor Tucker ... I just don't want marriage to him. I'd want a much more submissive and adventurous partner for that. You get what I'm saying there?" So, Amy ... let me get this straight. You're not a homophobe and you regret speaking like one. Fair enough, at least you're growing a spine. You are open to purely physical relationships with practically my entire family, judging by what you said. You are either Domme or a Top by some definition of those terms.