I was shocked. I held on for dear life, making memory of every little thing; how he tasted like cherry soda, how his lips were like satin, how his kis... was soft yet purposeful. It was perfect. I began to respond, my tongue colliding with his. His breathing began to become heavy, as did mine. His hand held onto the back of my head with his fingers gently wrapped around my hair. I groaned in pleasure, knowing how far I was willing to go with him. Knowing that I was willing to go all the way. His. It was around our third anniversary, and we’d settled into bed, very early one morning,and we decided to at least masturbate together, while talking low to each other, sharing our racy thoughts. She had a leg d****d over mine as she diddled, and I rubbed her tits with my left hand as I stroked my cock with my right. She asked me if I had any fantasies, and I decided to come clean about a naughty thought, I’d had from time to time recently.I was afraid she’d think I was sick, as I thought I was,. Bethany had been resentful towards me over something forseveral weeks now, but I had no idea what and she wouldn't tell me. I'ddone my best in the five years since her mother had died, but being asingle father was hard. Looking at Bethany now - blonde, pretty, readyto take on the world - I wondered what had happened to the little girlwho used to love it when I bounced her on my knee."Don't stay up too late," I said, heading out, an order that was metwith folded arms and a defiant frown.It was. But half an hour later I was grateful to be showering thecream off, if only because the smell was getting to me. The hot water,from the high-pressure shower, beat at my body as I lathered myselfwith body wash. But, as I soaped my cock and balls, clumps of hairstarted to come away in my hand. Shocked, I rubbed more with the sameeffect. The hair from the top of my thighs just washed away too."Kelly!" I shouted in panic, "Kelly, come here quickly!" What now?" Almost as if she'd been waiting.