My son didn’t care to talk to me. When my daughter turned 18 and was out of high school, she asked if she could come and live with me. I told her s...e could and so she moved in a week later. At first I wouldn’t dress up as a girl when she was at home. Didn’t know how she would take it, her dad dressed as her mom. She asked me on day if I still dressed up like a girl. I looked at her and said yes. She asked me why I had not dressed up in front of her. I told her I didn’t know how she wanted me. A quick zip and she was in. She didn’t turn to me for approval after that, though, instead she headed for the closet again, bent over and came back out with a pair of shoes, which she sat on the bed to put on, then over to the dresser where she took out a set of earrings and a necklace, Once she had herself properly done up, she stood and gave another little runway turn. ‘Whattya think? Do I pass muster?’ I was stunned. I mean, holy shit! What a knockout! Fifty? You’ve got to be kidding!. She raised the thick, chocolate brown turd to her nose.With her free hand, she gripped the top of the bowl tighter, giving herself more leverage to pull her crotch tighter against the base, humping, thrusting till her body exploded in a massive tremor.As her body trembled uncontrollably, she squeezed the turd till it squished between her fingers. She wiped it across her face, her nose, her forehead her cheeks and throat. Another orgasm racked her body with so much pleasure she ached. She fought. I crouched as I lifted my sword and searched for the enemy. Six men were backing away and one with the robes of a wizard shook his head, “I told you he might act this way.”I stood on shaky legs and gritted my teeth to stop the shaking, “who are you and where am I?”The wizard bowed, “you are in my tower and I am Hasor the wizard.”I looked at the other men, “where are the dark mages that attacked me?”He straightened, “dark mages?”He took a step, “what is your name warrior?”I moved away and toward.