And when you leaned down to kiss me, I was so hoping you’d kiss my breast, but you didn’t, of course. I dreamed about you that night, though, Dadd..., and in my dream you did. Put your tongue into my cunt and lap up all my pussy juices; I want you to know my taste. Do you like the way I taste, Daddy? Am I pleasing to you? All my life I’ve wanted to please you, and now most of all. I want it to be a taste that you think about when I’m not around. A taste that you become addicted to and have to. “I know you peek at me when I’m in the bath,” she said. “It’s alright, I like it.”I walked into the bedroom, my heart racing with nerves and anticipation. She remained in the same position while I sat down on the bed beside her, in silence. She asked :“Do you like what you see?” Again, I remained silent but nodded affirmatively. The silence continued for what seemed like an eternity but I now realise we were getting used to being in such close proximity to each other for what was obviously not. She had never wondered if her parts were different from any other woman, but now she did. This man had obviously had other women in his bed, Jenny did the math, if there were two women per shift, and she only had to come twice a month, that would imply that there were at least eight women involved here and he'd said he was married. This house had the feel of something that had been going on for many years and there had probably been a lot of women. Jenny was shocked to find that she was. I’ve got to say I like the new look. Even though your old one was more to my taste.” said the girl.At Johnny’s shocked look and his silence the girl continued to speak with a slight laugh, “Don’t look so shocked Johnny. I know you well enough I would be able to recognize you in almost any form your sisters were likely to change you into.”“How have you been Jillian?” is what he meant to say but what he ended up saying was, “Wow Jillian, you look hot.”Jillian just smiled and blushed, then looked.