I knew the e-mail was important and that I should take my time making sure it said the right things but I couldn't wait any longer to send it off. Thi...gs had been set in motion and if she was feeling half of what I was I knew the exact wording would hold little significance over the overall meaning. Clicking send I sat back and held my breath.The minutes ticked by. I counted out the first five and then diverted my attention by watching Sasha's video again in the next five. When it was over I. That's when she started crying. I let her cry for about 15 minutes, listening carefully for any signs of hysteria. There weren't any, so I relaxed a bit while I held V and waited for her to stop crying.She was the one who looked at the clock and gasped, "Oh, dammit, I have been wasting time! Please don't be angry with me." V, I could never be angry with you over this tragedy. The only way for you to recover is to work it out of your system." I thought you were here just for sex. Amy said that. These are my daughters, Amanda and Bethany.”“Cassie? Bethany?” I asked. I took a step forward and looked at her closely. “Cassie Wilkins?”The shock on her face was evident. Both girls looked at her in surprise.“Y...yes,” she said. “Do I know you?”“Bruce,” I said. “Bruce Clevenger.”“Bruce?” she repeated. Suddenly recognition dawned. “Bruce! Oh, my lord!” She ran the ten steps between us and hugged me. Cassie and I had worked together at the market. She and her husband, Kyle, had been starting a. I had gone to bed a girl, and awoke as a woman with a deep passion for a man's cock. That was almost three years earlier, four days to be exact, before my first menstrual cycle, my body kicked-in with female desires of lusting and imagery, my little girl's cunt was coming of age, making me aware of it's existence, my tiny pearl, glistening as she broke forth, covered in my lucid secretions.My labia, two twin folds of girlish skin, inner and outer, were most prominent under the thin cotton of my.