"Teach you to beat the gun," grinned Ben."I know," admitted Christopher ruefully, "but I had to strike while the iron was hot." Now he's intimating th...t I'm flighty," pouted Tina.Everyone laughed."So tell us about this long drawn out accountancy course," said Ben.Tina did so."That calls for dedication and determination," Ben commented."So what about children?" asked Sarah."I knew this would crop up," said Christopher. "I'm afraid you're going to have to wait two plus years, Mum." Oh dear!". Still somewhat stunned I followed her up, dropping the camera off in her studio before opening the door to her bedroom where I was greeted by the sight of Lia, sat on her bed, one leg out straight and the other bent about as far as it would go as she ‘groomed’ herself. How does a catgirl groom herself? In Lia’s case, by gently stroking her fanny fur, playing with it like it was something new and soft and fun. Damn well had my attention all right.“Oh! You’re here,” she said casually as she. And sadly, a sexual tension Joey was less and less able to satisfy wholly. So maybe a more shameless woman was emerging, too. In the past few weeks, two different men had not only seen my naked breasts, but fondled them. One man had undressed me in public and written his cell number on my breast! Worse, I had no regrets, none at all. Quite the reverse, in fact. I liked being looked at. I liked being the object of men’s fantasies. I could never go back to the old me. The clothes I chose to. 'Why are you mad at yourself, Daddy?' You ask sweetly, innocently, I turn away trying to resist your charms but you know that look combined with that tone of voice is my weakness. You place one of your beautiful petite hands on my face and gently pull my head back to look at you. 'Daddy?' You ask once again. I sigh unable to keep what I had been thinking all night to myself. 'I don't think I can be your Daddy anymore, sweetling.' I say with a sigh. 'Oh.' You reply and in your eyes I see the.