I stood up carefully. I wasn'taccustomed to wearing three inch heels. But what a difference those heelsmade. They changed the shape of my legs. My ref...ection now had reallysexy feminine legs. And I could feel that my bottom was sticking outmore. I stood in front of the mirror admiring myself. One hand fondlingmy knicker-clad bottom, while the fingers of the other hand gentlystroked my erection through the delicate fabric.Suddenly I realised I wasn't alone. My cousin Mary was standing in. I pulled her off me. She was upset but when I pushed her back into the couch and leaned down to her pussy she stopped complaining.I moved her panties across the left and took in a whiff of her wet pussy it smelt so different, my dick demanded attention, so I tried to eat her out as quick as possible, I yanked her panties down to the floor, and kissed her pussy lips, and pulled her clit into my mouth with my tongue, I lightly bit down on it and its all that it took, her pussy flooded with her. The only other time he had heard her that serious was the first time she told him she loved him.“I know, Dawn. But it isn't really your fault.”Dawn kept quiet, and waited for George to explain himself. She averted her eyes, her hands clenched together in her lap.“It's my fault. The only reason you did what you did was because you thought that was what I wanted. And I haven't given you any reason to think otherwise.”“So...you did not desire her?”“No, I did desire her. That's the problem. . He comes home from work and kisses me like he used to kiss mommy, sometimes for a longtime, sometimes for a short time, but every time made my heart best fast. Daddy was calling me babe, love. And sometimes, when I would rub myself against him, he would call me his little slut. Hearing him call me that made me quiver with excitement. I was so happy daddy was getting more open with me. He sometimes treated me like I was in trouble and would spank me hard, and other times he would say I was a.