Her thick curly hair looks as if she's been just caught in a windstorm. Her pouty pink lips are moist and slightly quivering. She's wrapped in a large...white cotton towel and I'm startled at the sight of her, but concerned at the same time. Even in this state, she's stunning and I try to gain my composure. I clear my throat. I manage to stammer out, "Honey..Oh..Sweetheart! I was just.. um.. I..." Her eyebrows furrow fiercely and she cuts me off. "Daddy, I cannot! Can not go today! I cannot!. . ... of my how often I had seen some pictures, but to see her dark areola, firm nipple, sheathed in a nipple ring with a chain on it connect to another. This sight sent my rush of blood and made me so excited. My own hungry took over and my mouth went to her breast, taking my lips to her bound nipple, and sucking on them, her body shaking with pleasure against me, as I devoured her breast and moved my tongue across her nipple, mixing hard bites against the nipple. My hands caressing her. I finished and put the dishes in the dishwasher, unplugging that old coffeemaker on the way. Back into the bedroom, I pulled out clothing for the day. Shirt and slacks, the same colors that she had once said looked best on me. No reason to ever change, it was habit. I started the shower running before getting in, careful to not make a mess. Habit. Lather, rinse, repeat. My hair done, I ran the bar of soap over my body and rinsed the sleep off of myself. Once all the soap was washed away I. After lunch it would be seeing Miriam and Heidi. I’d need to see Buddy about the storage unit. The last thing of the day would be to see the recruiters.We had dinner that evening, and Mom dropped a bit of surprising news on me. It seemed the grandparents were going to be down for my birthday. Stosh also called her; he was taking leave and going to be down for that weekend. It would appear that I was going to have some back up when I had my conversation with Mom.The next week or so went by.