The old man sat down on the edge of the trunk. "It's rude of me to not introduce myself before we go any further. My name is Professor Alexander Hamil...on Idola Graham but you can call me Professor".She smiled," Please to meet you Professor, my name is Dorothy Gale"."Now down to business, you want to know how to get to OZ"."Yes please".He tapped the trunk top with his hand," This is the way. Long ago on a trip I came upon this trunk after a tornado had torn through a town, much like your own".. .. not like that," he replied hesitantly, the bulge rising in his robe belying every word."So why haven't you gone out on a date for the last four months?" What?" You used to date all the time, now you never do," I insisted."But I ....," he stammered before I cut him off."Why were you secretly reading that psychology book on father-daughter relationships? Yes I saw it in your room Daddy," I said as I saw him about to protest. "I read it too Daddy, where it talks about incest, about love between. She used to immediately place her hand on ma already hard dick and keep pressing it over my trousers. Then we used to play with each other. This was a regular routine for us even in college at times. I always used to treat her like a princess as I believe a woman’s heart is the most precious thing in life so we should never hurt it. Though we made out many times but we dint have sex.As the final year came, lot of misunderstandings happened between us and we finally broke up. I could not. Yes! Sure! Anything! Good boy! I smiled, tapping his head as I gave him another deep kiss. Come. I want to work on my stomach a little I said, moving back towards the mat. Oh my mom has one of those! he exclaimed, upon seeing my ab roller. Then you know how it works then? Yeah! Great! Get behind me and make sure I dont hurt myself I said, kneeling down on my yoga mat. Come closer! I giggled, reaching back and making sure he was basically pressed up against my ass. Hold my hips so I dont.