.yes..that's right" she stammered...forgetting who she had used as the excuse. "You sure you haven't got a man on the go?" He asked with a smile on hi... face. "Haha...not me. I'm off men...for good. Except you of course....your my dad, and I love you." She said, giving him a big cuddle. Geordie, even though he knew he wasn't Lesley's biological father, loved her none the same. Same love as he bore her mother. Sometimes he doubted his sanity. His ex wife had played him for a mug, all their. Is that okay? BTW, I’d like a tattoo on you right at that place I kissed for a little too long last time. I’d like that mark to be permanent, to remind us. Please tell me if that’s too much, I mean, writing it down. Talking about your breasts made me aroused. I’m going to have to deal with that after I seal the envelope. You are so precious to me. I love being your boyfriend. I tell you stuff I’ve never told anyone else. Here’s one: I don’t mind that you used the word ‘marry’ in your letter.. ..”I could only shrug. I didn’t really know exactly what bloomers were – it was just the first word that popped into my head. She looked me in the eye, and we both fought back laughter.I tried to get back into character. “Yes, Miss Fitzgerald. Bloomers are to be worn at all times whilst in school uniform. What exactly are you wearing?”She leant in close, and spoke in a soft, sexy voice. “It’s a G-string, sir. A tiny little black one.”My cock hardened even more just thinking about it, but I. As she emerged into the mid morning light, she could see Sister Betrille waving parishioners off as they boarded a small van. Rose got in line, oblivious to the surprised faces around her. When she approached Sister Betrille, her new found friend once more smiled sweetly. ‘Good luck…I hope you find your little girl.’ ‘But..where am I…? Rose’s voice wavered as she was pushed into the van by a large man behind her. ‘Towards God.’ Sister Betrille waved to her and was soon out of sight. The van.