I wanted to give you something special for your birthday and Christmas.” “Baby, I'm your father, you can't come into my bed like that. You are nak...d. A father shouldn't be with his daughter like that.”“Daddy, I see the way you look at me, I know you want me too. I have known for years that I wanted to give myself to you on my eighteenth birthday. I've felt this connection with you that is beyond this world. We were both born on Christmas Day. That is a truly holy connection. I want you daddy. ?"Oh man Blake. ?Whatdid you get yourself into? ?You're in a woman's body... ?A frickingwoman's body!" ?She reached up and cupped her breasts and made a facewhich slowly turned from disgust to pleasure. ?"I could be in trouble."She hoped into the shower and allowed the warm running water to washover her body. ?As she placed her head under the stream, it became mostnotable just how much hair Stacy had. ?The wet hair flapped onto hershoulder. ?Noticing a loofa and a fragrant body wash, she. " Slave, look at me."Willow had kept her head bowed, mostly from embarrassment and her eyes were looking at the floor. At Page's words, she looked up for the first time since the questioning had started.Page was sitting in the leather chair with her legs crossed and her hands on the arms of the chair. When Page saw her look up, she slowly uncrossed her legs and held them together for just a moment, then slowly parted her knees. This continued until her legs were as wide as the chair would. I didn’t know why. All I knew was that it just seemed right to do so.She even opened up about some dark times in her life. Like how she almost drowned as a kid. Even worse, how her biological mother passed away in a car accident. It happened when she was around 8 or 9 years old. Alyssa’s mom was driving her home from visiting her grandparents. She was asleep at the time, since it was nighttime. They were on the highway, about to take the exit that would eventually bring them home. Then a drunk.