I had months to think about it and what could happen. The only thing I could think of that I was scared of is losing you. As far as you asking me to b... with someone that I don't want to be with, I love sex. I love you more and want to be what you need and what you want from me and if that means only ever being with you for the rest of my life, so be it, but I'd be lying if I told you that I didn't hope that you'll want to share me, to explore me and yes, even to use me. The thought of you using. “Men still have needs sweetheart.” He cuddled me closer to him and I felt a tingle in my pussy. He smelt good, even before a shower, he always did. His musky manliness invaded my senses. “But I can do all the things Mummy used to do,” I complained. “Princess, some things are not done by ‘daddy’s little girl’, you know that.” “You mean like this,” I said in a very soft voice, for some reason not daring to talk any louder as I slipped my hand beneath the duvet. God he was hard! My fingers. ...a goddess. He - no, most definitely SHE - was about the same height as before. But that was the only similarity. She was slender, with idealized proportions that, while human-looking, were outside the realm of human contours. Small, dainty feet led from the floor to impossibly sexy legs that seemed to rise forever before meeting the smooth swelling of feminine hips. Nestled between her perfect thighs, framed by a small, even patch of raven hair, was her new womanhood. Above this,. Mmmmm, it tastes good to you.My fingers slide underneath your neck, kneading and massaging your tight neck muscles. I start at the base of your skull and stroke down to your shoulders with my thumbs. You feel the tension leaving your body with each stroke. Taking a deep breath, scents of sandalwood fill your nostrils, relaxing you further. I have an amazing view of your tight body from where I sit. I admire your strong arms, broad chest and the sexy nature trail that leads to the treasure.