But dreaming about fucking my own daughter? That was deeply troubling. I tried to convince myself that it was no big deal, that I really hadn't dreame... what I thought I did. I lay back down, trying to fall asleep again. It was no use. I stared at the ceiling for three hours until the alarm clock went off.Two weeks passed since that first dream. Every night since, I had similar dreams, all of which featured me either about to fuck, or actually fucking, my daughter. During the days I could barely. The Vault closed at five.Instead of looking for a designated driver, Legion direct us to the nearest exit and the cab rank ... he walked past several cabs until he saw a Yellow cab. He approached the turbaned driver.“Buranda?”“Yes.”“The Toy Vault.”“Sumner,” said the man.“Yes.”The cab opened the back door, two of us got in the back ... Leon took the front. The driver pulled smartly away from the kerb.In the cab talk turned to the previous night. In other words ... Alice was bored.Alice’s stomach. Our hearts raced as our hug lasted a bit too long. I felt her narrow waist and peaking boobs through her tight sleeveless top.She was wearing loose palazzo-pants that offered little resistance to my hands, feeling her toned butt cheeks. She wrapped her slender waxed arms around my broad shoulders and pressed her face on my cheek. I felt her silky hair rubbed between our faces, a bit provocatively.Her 36-26-34 figure was in amazing form, and she pressed herself firmly against my chest. I filled. I was brought out of my lustfulstate when I heard Amy asked me "like what you see?" I said of course canyou do it again?" She came over playfully hit me and said and I like whatI see too! And kissed me. We then returned to the store and mingled withthe people from the company and the other stores.I tried to stay in the background as much as I could considering I wasstill wearing the formal dress and all no one seemed to bother me otherthat coming to look at the dress again, until the company.