Then one of the dancers, a brunette with a face she couldn'tquite make out came over to where Anna was sitting and knelt in front ofher. Anna wanted ...o ask the dancer what she was doing, but before shecould say anything the dancer reached forward and unzipped Anna's fly andpulled out Anna's cock! Wait! She didn't have a cock!Anna struggled to escape the dream and realized that the sensations thedancer had been causing in the dream were being replicated in real life.Still muddled with sleep. This day, when he came I moved back as planned, bent more than needed with legs a bit apart, fumbled with utensils, dropping and picking some, taking out the milk pot and spent much time in this to give this poor fellow a longer and full exciting view of my lovely buttocks, vaginal cleavage, thighs etc. He was very restless this day and while pouring our milk he fumbled very much and littered and wasted some milk as his hands were shaking and as his eyes were not on pot but glued to my lower. “Scarlet darling” he started, watching her take her seat at the opposite side of the table.“You have certainly grown up to be a fine young woman, havent you” She raised her head to meet his gaze before quickly lowering them to her plate on the table.“Thank you father” she said, not certain where he was going with this.Major Whitlock kept his gaze fixated on his daughters chest, where her perky little tits was starting to reveal their shape underneath her dress. Yes.. she had definitly grown. I could decide to walk away from the lifestyle and go live with her, begin a conventional life, or I could choose the lifestyle and continue with school and eventually marry. There was much to consider.As I walked up the steps, Grandpa carried my luggage behind me. The house was quiet and neat.“Your room is upstairs.” Grandpa gestured toward the stairs and I walked up.My room was stark. There was a bed with a black nightstand and a trunk at the end facing toward the bed, no comforter with.