By the time this happened I’d been on the island long enough and, been schooled enough, by my girlfriends, that I knew how to operate without gettin... into trouble. I’d met ‘Sir Roger’ and decided I’d try being ‘kept’ for a while and see how that went. He was already spoiling the hell out of me.Now I was TS about 90% of the time, loving it and getting laid often enough to have a bank account that I wasn’t ashamed of. I even had guys who came back for repeat ‘dates’ off and on. My hair was. It seemed somewhat odd that the signal that started it was not organ music. Instead, it was the whirring motor sounds of an electric garage door opener.A 1964 Cadillac convertible, painted so pink that you'd expect to see a real life Barbie in it, nosed into the chapel and inched down the wide main aisle. The driver was singing "Rock A Hula Baby" at the top of his lungs, in a very credible imitation of The King's long vanished voice.He could have been any man, riding along, singing a song, but. She's maybe an inch or two taller than we are, maybe about five-seven or eight. Nice, long legs, medium-length blond hair, nice figure, which really means nice boobs, we really don't know all about boob sizes and all that, but they're nice, really nice. And, as you might imagine, she has a nice tan. Oh, and light blue eyes.So, she would often come over after work, she worked in some kind of office that seemed to close at four o'clock and would be at Paul's pool about fifteen after. I always. "I'm gonna shoot baby." Ohhh yes Daddy, squirt me Daddy," she moaned. "I love you Daddy."Mandy came to her senses and was backing out the door as her wide eyes saw Jim buck upward one last time and then go rigid, his prick firmly planted up inside his daughter. Mandy knew, based on her sex ed classes, what was happening in there, and it made her feel hot all over. She was about to close the door as softly as she could when her buttocks ran into something soft. Looking over her shoulder she saw.