“ No. You’re in bed” “Why dad? People on the internet, like, know that I have a bed. That’s not, like, new information for them. How about t...is one?” “No.” Stella adopted an awful British accent “Papa, is this indecent? ” “Yes” “Ugh, this is so unfair. Skinny girls never get asked to cover up. You’re basically just punishing me for having a great body” “Yup” Stella tilted her head to the side and smiled “So you think I have a great body? Thanks dad!” She laughed, and skipped out of the room. We both lay on our backs and talked, touching nipples and lips touching lips to each other. Margo liked to tease me, and I hesitated to go on. When the burning desire to cum in any way has become absolutely unbearable .( And in what way ?- sitting comfortably in the bathroom and taking her to ‘float’ your favorite sex toy.) We were not lesbians-girlfriends. I could not ask her to fondle my Clit or something like that. Finally she understood me so little to achieve, rudely drew me to him and. I thought you spent most of your time in a fantasy world. You of all people should be able to recognize that you're living in a fairy tale."I stared at her, not understanding what she was talking about, so she continued."You're a brave hero, and she's a beautiful princess. It doesn't matter that those are just made-up characters in your world. What matters is that they're who you are inside. In your imagination you've risked your life to save hers, and from what I know about you, the only. The combination made my head swim. I had been married more than twenty years and I was more than that many years older than she was. I was in decent shape then, able to stave off the middle age paunch that afflicted my generation, but my face had ruddy, crossed by lines, my hair had salt in the pepper. I stopped and looked up, checking for a sign that I had gone too far."Are you just going to blow me? Or are you going to eat me?" Those lusty words from this regal young lady were all the.