.you shouldn't be here! We can't do this!" "We already have daddy." She said,"You're cock is buried inside me. We're already fucking." I could have pu...hed her off me. I could have stopped right then, but her pussy felt so damned good around my cock, I just couldn't. So I said,"Why Casey?" "Daddy I love you. I've wanted you to make love to me for a long time. When I saw you sliding into April on our birthday I knew I was going to do whatever I had to get you to fuck me." "But what will April. I did. I was a black haired version ofFarrah Fawcett. That was my hair. I could feel the hair brush my neckand forehead. It felt good even on my ears. I just stared. Hell, thatwas all me. That was Cindy.I sat there stunned. For a few moments I was confused. That wasn?t me,but it was. The girl in the mirror was me, but I?m not a girl. This washow people would see me, but not me Cindy. But I was Cindy. I wasn?toverly beautiful, but I was most assuredly a good looking girl. Not asuper model, but. We both were much frank and bold with our filthy expressions and language. Somehow, due to her repeated talk, now I was also thinking that there was a possibility of her pussy being not as big for my cock but I kept assuring her that everything would be fine and I shall be gentle with her. Then she went to college and I went to my office to return later in the day. On my return home, the bedroom door was half ajar and I saw her getting ready in her bedroom. I went in and gave her a big hug. He wanted me to stay. I couldn’t speak, nor eat, I couldn’t even breathe. "Why?” I said with a shaking voice, “Why are you doing this? It was the perfect fantasy, and you want to ruin it. Why?” Tears started shedding my cheeks. "Because I want you to trust me. I want to feel you, to be with you, if only for one second. If you want to leave I can understand, and I won’t stop you. But I’d love you to stay at least for the duration of the dinner."I stood up and left the restaurant. I needed air.