I knew that Vito was always talking real dirty about the things he liked to do to girls, but I knew he would never do any of that with me except for t...e occasional spanking and maybe a bit of slapping on my oversized breasts to make me feel excited and bounce up and down on his lap real nice. He was careful with keeping his hefty equipment inside his trousers because everyone in the family knew he had a history of interfering with young girls whenever he had the opportunity.He was not like that. About to give all of what is special to me, away to my lover. The only man I've ever really loved, my Daddy..After wiping away some of the shower water. I realized that with the now combining with my own sweat of anxiety. I was becoming a wet mess. But with the towel still in my hands, I examined my tits, pussy, hips and butt. Smiling, I was certain that he loved me and loved my body, just as I did him.So with a spray of favorite cologne on my pussy and boobs. I slipped the red nightie on and. He was wearing a blue robe, and I could smell the fresh scent of soap and cologne on him as we enjoyed some small talk. Despite the friendly chat, my cock was swollen in my jeans and his occasional glances at it was driving me wild inside.As our cups emptied and you can feel the sexual tension in the room, he reached over and caressed my leg, the tips of his fingers tracing my cock head. I moaned softly and I felt a lustful smile cross my lips. He stood up, looking me in the eyes and said,. The other buildings slump around me. Some are ancient, some more modern although those are shabbier. There is a thick, fertile smell of hay.The silence unnerves me, even as I stand panting in the courtyard.“Hello?” I call.This is ridiculous – I am calling like I don’t want to disturb anyone out of stupid middle-class politeness.“Hello! Help me, please!” It is not clear which, if any of these buildings is a dwelling, or even if there is anyone here. What if it is a smallholding that’s managed.