For food and...me. I began to imagine you taking me on the dining table. Pinning me down, and fucking me hard. These naughty thoughts made me smile an... horny. I shoved off those nasty fantasies for the meantime, I need to focus in cooking our dinner. I removed my blouse and skirt, it would be very uncomfortable to cook in those soaking clothes. Left with my matching laced-black-undies and stockings, I put on the apron, and started cooking. I feel so naked pacing the kitchen like this, but soon. Com/user/p1llow/posts/18252.html* * * * *I never got anything from my father for xmas or bday since I started leaning toward my feminine side. I knew something is strange when I got up on xmas morning and saw some presents. He does buy me clothes he sometimes wants me to wear at home but that's never a gift - more like a strange punishment (or at least he thinks he's punishing me most of the time). I was too afraid to open them before he wakes up, they might not be for me after all, so I did my. Hell, even my last tax return had made more sense than that.But at the same time, I had a dreadful feeling that there was somethingto what he'd said."No fucking way," I whispered, trying not to believe a word of it.That Garavas freak wasn't no god. Hell, he wasn't anything more than aghost. But then again, after what I'd already seen... after what hadbeen done to my body, I wasn't sure what to believe anymore. Maybe hereally was a god. There sure as hell had been something strange. Kelly took hold of the shirt and pulled it and the bra off as she basked in the oral attentions of my daughter.“Frolic,” I said as I stood quietly behind her. “I’m sorry I hit you.”She stopped and looked back up at me over her shoulder. Those electric blue eyes in that tanned flesh never failed to stir memories within me. “It’s okay Daddy. I should have known you were not really hurting Kelly.” She jumped to her feet and I watched her youthful, firm tits bounce as she faced me. “I love you.