It was time to unwrap my first present. When the mother regained consciousnessthe first thing I wanted he to see was her young daughter's naked body, ...tretchedout, helpless and vulnerable. I removed the tennis shoes and bobby sox shewas wearing and dropped them into the trashcan too. Her feet were well caredfor. Dainty and high arched with small, delicious looking toes. Next I tooka heavy pair of scissors and snipped my way up the back of her white, cottonsweater and then down the back of each. Blanc. Très blanc.”Charlotte pushed me against the wall of the shower and looked me up and down.“You are very pretty,” she said.“Uh, for guys it’s better to say ‘handsome’. But I’m not handsome. I’m pale as a corpse.”Charlotte petted my cheek and stroked an eyebrow with her thumb, studying my face.“No,” she said. “You are fascinating also. And so pink!” She poked me playfully with a finger and for the first time, Charlotte smiled—really smiled with her eyes crinkling. I stared in wonder.She. I swallowed again, and then had to take a deeper breath, my eyes examining him as I began to use both hands to feel him. Gently, I released him, and watched the magnificent specimen of maleness dangle softly. It was now going to be my turn to touch. I felt him softly, gently rubbing my palm downward from his pubis, the short and curly public hair rustling slightly. At the end, I made a circle with my fingers and gently pulled back on him, to slide back his foreskin and expose his glans. I could. I mean, I think she feels bad enough about it already."Meadow sighed, "You can't ever bring yourself to discipline her, can you?" I guess I can't," I replied and then felt my wife's hand gently massaging my thigh and said, "What are you doing?" What? Doesn't Daddy like it when his little girl massages his leg?"Daddy? Is my wife role-playing our daughter? I thought, as my wife's hand rose higher up my thigh."How about now?" Meadow purred as her hand slithered over my groin."Honey! What the.