" I stared down at him. "If you don't do it, Slave-Daddy, I will." "Yes Mistress." He rubbed his forehead, plainly worried. "Except I won't tell her i... was a just dream." I nodded seriously. "And if that happens, we'll never do this again. Tell me you understand me." "I…I understand, Mistress." My father nodded with me. "Good." I smiled tightly. "Now clean up your mess. I'll be waiting for you here this same time tomorrow." "Yes, Mistress…I'll be here…" My dad promised needlessly as I walked to. Though the lake was idyllic, not a soul had ever intruded upon their solitude, for the lake was whispered by the elders to be a dangerous place, dark and mysterious. There, the villagers trod but rarely, never staying to tarry beside the calm waters but passing it as quickly as they might. Many had been the stories Gwen's grandfather had wove about the Lake of Dreams, stories which she had dismissed (as she had most of the tales she loved) as the fantastic imaginings of an old man's mind,. “I’m not too worried, she has quite a healthy appetite for the boob and besides, I have you to suck on my nipples when they leak,” Cathy whispered in his ear. “Do you know how much it arouses me to breastfeed my daddy? I need you to fuck again.”“I will honey. You seem to want me to fuck you more lately. We fucked during Wendy’s party and then a few days ago.”“What can I say? I’m horny for my dad.”“More than for Ben?” he asked innocently.“I love Ben but you a better fuck than he is.”“I don’t. Us waqt meri umar 18 saal thi. Mein hamesha first aati thi aur sharirique drishtikonse bhi mein kuch jyaada hi badi lagti thi. Class mein sabse badi hone ke karan mujhe class monitor ke padh per niyukt kiya gaya. Sabhi class teachers mujhse khush they mein sabki dulari thi. Mein dikhne mein bahut hi fair thi abhi bhi hoo mere kale ghane baal, tabh bhi they abhi bhi hai,lekin meri height aur weight us waqt ( height 5’2, weight 40kg.). Aam ladki se jyada badi lagti mere boobs tabh ek tennis ball.