Maybe someday you could come keep my company and i could check your arm for your free of charge? I said sure, we exchanged numbers and emails.Then, no...hing happened for three weeks until all of a sudden one day she called and said her sister was going away next weekend, she asked if i was up to bring some movies or something? I couldnt have agreed any faster, i wanted this woman in the worst way. For weeks i had been masturbating about her touching me, sucking me and perhaps even fucking me.. Like I said, I loved my body. I was pretty, I knew that, I also knew that my body had a power, a power over boys, boys and men.My mom let me pick out most of the clothes I bought and they were often chosen to show off my body. By the time I was twelve, my bra size was 34-C, the most endowed in the sixth grade, for sure.I had a closet full of very short skirts, blouses that I could wear buttoned to the height I wanted, often changing the number of buttons after I left the house. And bras, well,. ." Wren shrugged."Are you married?" Stacy asked him and the soft lilt in her voice drew a sharp look from Wren. "I'm sorry. Was that rude of me?" No," Wren cleared his throat. "I'm ... No, I'm not married."He held up his left hand, wiggling his fingers and apologizing for his bachelorhood by way of a chuckle. It had been his habit for some years, since he'd turned forty at least, and it most often brought sympathetic nods and knowing smiles in return. But not this time."Good for you," Stacy. I took the father and said that I was well aware of this, but I had thought about our "togetherness", and had experienced some of the best ever, I might be able to experience as a woman, to be released by a man.When I came home from school that afternoon, I headed quickly up to my room:I was horny as hell, and it was with the idea that it was dad's dick I had in me when I came for probably the fourth time.Dad came home from work and I had been trying to get ready for dinner.Ugh; father felt.