This was a favorite of his dancing instructor and Mel hoped Tracy would also like the choice. She loved it, her hips doing a lot more work than necess...ry as Mel stuck to the standard swing moves he had practiced over and over again. Other tunes followed, some not quite as appropriate for Mel’s limited dancing capabilities, but he had shown his cred to all and Tracy hugged him close as they took a break and returned to their table.To the shock of her mother Tracy rounded on Mel as they sat down,. It was hard for me to concentrate on my job when I was busy looking at her tight y0ung ass hanging out the bottom of the too small shorts. She caught me once or twice just standing there looking at her, and she smiled and gave me a cute little wave, and I swear she deliberately bent over a little too far a few times to give me a tease. We finished up the cleaning and went into the kitchen to wash up some dishes. I offered to dry as she washed. While we were doing it, I stood behind her,. Seeing her in bed like that, my baby hurt, made me want to cry.”I smiled. “You didn’t cry. You hit me instead.”Her eyes dropped. “Yeah. Sorry.” Then she looked at me, looked at the two crutches I’d been given, and asked, “How are you going to live alone without being able to get around?”I shrugged. “I’ll get by.”She changed the subject, talking about the house, how nice it was despite being in the middle of nowhere. “It suits you,” she observed. “Quiet and isolated.”“Is that how you see. I wanted what he had, and he clearly had every intention of giving it to me.Pulling me off him, he said, “C’mon Baby Girl let’s hit it. I wanna start taking care of business with you.” As we got out of the car and walked toward his house he asked, “By the way, what’s your name?”“Maggie. What’s yours?”“For now, just call me Big Daddy. You’ll be my Baby Girl. I think at this moment you need a Big Daddy to take care of you like you’ve never been taken care of before. Am I right?”He was right. My.