I adored being held in his strong arms. Daddy rolled me onto my back, and started kissing my breasts, squeezing them gently, and sucking on my nipples... I moaned softly, and my legs spread apart, moving instinctively, not because I willed them to.Daddy kissed down from my breasts to my tummy. The feel of his lips and hot breath on the tender skin of my stomach gave me fluttery feelings in my belly and made my vagina get even wetter.Dad kissed the outside of my labia, and whispered, “You have. You should think of some sensible clothes. The ones you have on are too big." She looked down at herself and nodded.Tristan led her to the one shop he remembered had the separate changing rooms, with a member of staff by a counter at the end of the cubicles. She could choose what she wanted and try them on without being seen by anyone. First, she chose some jeans and blouses; the pile at the counter quickly grew. Once she had chosen what she wanted Tristan paid. She changed into the new. You sit down in the waiting room and Danielle joins you, immediately leaning against you. You can see the fear in her eyes. “I’m scared,” she whispers. “Me too,” you answer, then realising that that’s not very helpful. “But we’ll get through this together.” “What if there’s no getting through? What if there’s nothing they can do? Or maybe they still don’t know what it is…” “Don’t…” you say, interrupting her. “Don’t say things like that.” You both wait for a couple of minutes, before you. Not wanting to startle her, I softly cleared my throat and with a wry smile watched how she turned and looked me. Her expression of shock rapidly dissolved into one of terror at being discovered like this and the apprehension she'd endured in case something like this happened was plain to see. The gorgeously made up face, so calm and serene moments ago was now distorted by angst as she shrank inside herself. Eyes that sparkled at her reflection were now tear-filled and I for one felt like a.