She put him on her mother's chest, like she had seen the midwives do with other babies that were born.Marna looked with slightly fascinated and slight...y horrified eyes at what had come from her loins. She was about to push it off her, when it latched onto a nipple and sucked. The sweet pain was so comforting that she had to hold the tiny thing.She could therefore see both the child, and her arms, as it sucked lustily. The tiny body grew before her very eyes, and the green tinge in her arms. It was cut to fit her figure, and the hem began high on her hip on the sleeve side, and plunged to the floor on the other. It even "trained" a little in back, and bless her, bare legs were not for her! She never did go in for that, which always made my heart stop, because I do so love a woman wearing hose. It sleeks the legs and hides all the knots in the kneebones, the tendons and veins in the feet, the razor stubble and the little cuts and bruises that bare legs are prone to get. Stockings. She had them off just as fast and let me grind my hard cock against her panties."You want to fuck me, Daddy?" she said.I pumped across her panties harder."Yes, baby," I said, quietly into her ear.I reached down and peeled off her panties, pressing myself inside of her. Her back arched with pleasure as I went in and lifted her up into my chest. Her mouth found mine and her tongue searched hungrily for mine. I placed a hand on her throat and guided her back down into the hay. Her body glistened. .to want him to be something more than just a lover….to crave more of this sexual bliss he was giving me. By putting me in this position, he was allowing me to make the decision to submit to him although at the time I did not realise this. All I could think of was how to get him to want me even more, how I could possibly please him, how I could get him to give me more of these marvellous orgasms.After a while, he pulled me off the cushions and, gripping my hair, made me kneel in front of him.