“Daddy,” I asked him quietly, not sure as to why I was whispering, but it felt right. “Do you love me?” “Of course I love you,” My daddy a...swered. He tightened his arms around me slightly, as if hugging me to his body. I felt every inch of my body perk up to him. I wanted him more then anything in that moment. I was ready for him and I knew he was ready for me too. “I am ready,” I said to him. He told me that he would fuck me when I wanted him to and I want him to. More then anything I wanted. .. yet it's not his face. It's softer, smoother. It's lost thehardness of masculinity. I swear, those lips are fuller and form acupid's bow that wasn't there yesterday. Sun flecked or not, she'sdefinitely not my husband. I'm confused.She hears me stirring and opens her eyes. "Hey," she says in a huskyvoice. "G'morning."Ohmygawd, she has my husband's voice. You think after 12 years ofmarriage I wouldn't recognize my own husband's voice? It's softer,melodic, but that's the way he greets me every. She followed me into the kitchen. Poured me a tall glass of lemonade, handed me the glass and as I sipped the liquid, Mrs. Perkins reached out and trailed her fingertips across my bare chest. My young cock instantly swelled inside my cutoffs.Before I could say anything, she leaned down and ran her tongue over my nipple!“Mmmmm” she said, “salty.”“Mrs. Perkins!” I said, practically choking on the lemonade. “Wha…..”“Shhhhhh, boy” she interrupted, placing her fingers to my lips. “Only speak when. It was an odd little photo shoot. And then he stopped and swiped thoughtfully through them on his phone. "No, no, it's these hideous old boxers. They make your body look misshapen. Why would you wear something so unflattering? They need to go, lose them," he barked. "Uh," I shifted uncomfortably, looking in all directions like somehow movement would solve this. "I can't. That's not... no... sir." He laughed, "You are worried about getting turned on by being naked in front of a real man." "No,.