I dried myself off and wrapped my hair in a towel turban that restedatop my head. I loved what I saw in the mirror, the towel turbanlooked so utterly...feminine, and with my towel wrapped around my bustlike a woman I looked like a sweet young thing after the bath. Islipped into my wife's pink terry robe that hung on the back of thedoor (she must have missed it!). I dug in the drawer to find thevolume attachment for my hair drier then went to work on my hair. Myslender fingers tousled it, as I. One. We're going to a show. Two. We're not going to a movie. Betty, you tell her." Stacy, I think they're taking us to a real show. A real one!" If you two are funnin' us girls, you'll be in it deep, with no shovel." Nope. No funnin'. Four tickets to go see Phantom of the Opera. Center aisle, twelve rows back. Absolutely perfect." You miserable bastard! Making me go through all that, just so you could pull off a stunt like this! I oughtta knock your block off!"Instead, she leaned over and gave. .." And what?" And I know he loves me," she completed."He? You mean Master Dent?" Yes, him." And you love him too, don't you?" Oh yes, very much." Strange," muttered Marie."What's that?" Nesho asked."Nothing. Nothing at all. It's just that we do things a bit differently around here, but that's neither here nor there. Let me show you what we have available, Nesho. I have a feeling we have a considerable amount to learn from each other. This way." You were gone long enough," Sosho snapped when. I could see the big lump in his pants growing I smiled. Smiled knowing I was making my daddy hard and that my tits were now 32/33 B.We continued this until I moved away to college around 5 years later. Everyday daddy would play with my tits. Soon I was a solid 34B and my breasts were more than nipples.I loved to lie against my dad as he stroked my body loving it, pleasing it, and exciting and me. When daddy wasn’t touching my tits and nipples he was playing with my pussy and ass. Some days when.