As I looked at myself in the mirror I realised I still had the make-up onfrom last night. Somehow I looked more like a Sharon than I did a Steve.I wa... starting to think I had actually chosen to feminise myself more bygetting dressed as a French Maid rather than staying in bed where theonly feminine clothes I was wearing were the camisole and panties... Wow Ilooked sexy! Did I want to become Sharon?"Oh Sharon you look so cute!" I realised Tracey had got home and wassurprised I had not heard. Nowadays, everything is available with a few keystrokes on the internet, but back then there was a lot of mystery, there were no videos, no chat rooms, hardcore was only available in theaters and cheesy 8mm reels. Guys just didn’t have access to any information. I had read the Joy of Sex, and had seen pictures, but it isn’t the same as live one-on-one Socratic instruction. The guys in the locker room were full of shit. My Dad was stoic and old fashioned. This was going to be my opportunity to. I took his cock into my mouth and slowly sucked around the tip, I was new to this and had no idea what I was supposed to be doing, he was bigger than I thought, I jerked it quickly and sucked the tip, licking it as I went, I could taste his pre-cum, I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand.He tells me he's going to cum, his head hanging off the end of the bed. I had a sudden urge to stop sucking, I guess I'm not ready for that, I remember using 2 hands to stroke it and I remember how tight I. This is my daughter. I'm fucking my own flesh and blood, and she's loving every minute of it. My pace steps up and she enthusiastically bucks her hips in response. I speed up the pace of my fucking and she responds in kind. Soon, I am slamming away at her with an intensity that rocks the whole sling and makes her team-fellatio difficult.A single though slams into the center of my awareness: Fuck her ass. You'll never get another chance.I stop and pull my still-rigid cock out of her.