"Do you trust your daddy?" I asked her softly."Yes daddy." she whispered. "You have no idea how long I have been dreaming of this moment, sneaking int... your room, watching you jack off that huge cock, wishing I was doing it for you..."I smiled down at her. "Well, now you will do a lot more than jack me off. Just don't tell your mom when you go to her house this weekend." Yes daddy," she said as she bit the edge of her lip in expectation.I leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, moving down. "Thanks," Denise said blushing.Becky told Denise that a chick named Danielle had the hots for her andthey'd promised to introduce Danielle to Denise."She wants to be your girlfriend," Sue announced."Girlfriend?" Denise asked, sounding uncertain."You dress like a girl and act like a girl because your parents make you,but you're not a girl, and you're not a faggot, either, right?" Beckyinquired."Hell, no! I've told you that a hundred times."Sue repressed a giggle. How could a guy who looked. Then he realized that just as he was used to Harriet in the plain conservative outfits she wore in the office, all she had ever seen him in was t-shirts and jeans.“I brought this,” he said, handing her the paper bag he suddenly remembered he had in his hand.Taking the package, Harriet lifted a bottle of wine out of it, pausing to read the label.“This was very nice of you,” she said, “but you really didn’t have to spend this much money. Any table wine would’ve been fine.”The look on his face. . it won't make much difference, will it?"We talked a little about my plans for the short term, then my promise to make sure the boys kept in touch with them. More importantly to him, I promised I would be just as frequently in touch, no matter how the divorce went. He seemed satisfied with that, but not any happier. We ended the call with his wishing me good luck.It had been a little over twenty-four hours since Joyce dropped the bomb on me. A lot had happened, but there was a lot more to.