Time has a way of healing all wounds, however. A scar remains, but it’s finally time to continue this story. I owe it to her, to you, and to myself....This chapter is dedicated to the real Grace and to all my readers who have waited so long to hear her voice again. =============== Ashlee leaned in close to the surface of a vanity mirror, a strand of her dark shoulder-length tresses clutched between two fingers. She studied the tips of her hair, assessing the split-ends and wondering if she should. For their fathers, it was like being asked to trade in their "Man Card"but knowing their daughters as well as they do it meant the group havingmultiple angry little girls screaming and crying until they gave in.And those girls knew how to put on a show to ensure they got their way,complete with tantrums and tears and begging looks that even thetoughest father couldn't say no to. No matter how much they tried tofight it, they couldn't say no to their daughters' requests. Not if theywanted to. He watched as one of her hands traveled down her torso and buried itself between her legs. He groaned inwardly, afraid she might hear him. Oh fuck, her pussy was clean shaven. Jared gripped his cock tighter now, unable to look away. Millie lifted one of her legs and placed it on the stool close to her, opening herself. Jared’s mouth watered as she slipped two fingers de Mentally Jared urged her on, “Come on Mille, you can do it.” Jared stroked himself in time with Millie’s fingers. Mille. I have had a chance to meet Senegalese and Chinese and Russians. They all love sex. I have had the baby and I had a C-section so my pussy is not all stretched out. I tried to get my ex involved and even sent him photos of my three and a half year old daughter but he left me when I did this. He was afraid and would not even look at the photos. He hates me now and I tried to tell him to love my daughter – and that she may one day want him too. I know one day my two daughters will also love sex.