Oh my God, Oh my God! I can't believe it after all this time! What do I say? At least he was laughing when he listed all the horrible things I said to...him."Princess, you there?" he asked."Sorry, I'm just shocked. I had given up hope that you would call" I said."Well I wasn't going to but my better half wouldn't let me off the hook. She was watching you yesterday and let me have it about not calling you. I didn't suspect she knew until then. She's worried about you and so am I" he said.Well. It was less. But it was mouthful for her. She drank it and licked the last drop on the tip of my penis. She stood up and hugged me and told me that I did not love her more. I asked her why. She said that I was not fond of her breasts.I told her that I was crazy about her breasts. Then she asked me why I was not handling and fondling them often. I said that I didn’t want her breasts to sag down and hence I didn’t handle them hard. She said, “Please, daddy. Don’t think like that. Treat them as. I was given permission to wear her clothes but only those that she had worn (she changed her underwear every day but that didn’t stop those little tell tale marks ending up in her panties) so that she could have some time to make up her mind what to do with me. A week or so passed and she asked my sister and I to sit down in the lounge so we could make some proper arrangements. She was very happy to have me as her second daughter but there would have to be new house rules. As we lived a. In the clinic she wore a nurse’s uniform. It was low cut, short enough to glimpse black stocking tops, which were held by suspenders. She wore sensible white panties, as she was prone to bending over, before patient’s husbands. It was designed to be a distraction, while their wives spent large amounts of money on cosmetic surgery, and it worked well. ‘The girls can’t think for themselves, they need looking after,’ Marvin said, while looking the two of them over. He could see how please Doc was,.