Since I’m not your biological father, I’m not even your stepfather, and she’s your closest living relative, she’s taking me to court for you.�...� A few minutes of silence passed as I digested what I heard. ‘Dad, you may not be my father, but you will always be my Dad. I don’t want to go. I wanna stay here with you.’ A smile graced his face and his eyes began to well up. ‘I’m so happy to hear you say that, but there is so much more you need to know.’ My Dad then told me the tragic love story. Usually we would pull out the magazines and jerk off and sometimes taste our cum. Ususally it would involve us grabbing each other and finishing off with each other's cum all over our hands. That lead to us rubbing our cocks together on quite a few occasions, which I really enjoyed. I liked, in particular, when he would cum first and I could use his cum as lube to finish off. Sometimes I would sneak a taste of it before cumming myself. To this day I still think that the cum of another man. Exploring my back he removed the top and I stark nude by top.My black nipples were pointing and boobs tighten. He was sucking them well. Even seen a dog lick his master.. It could have been the same view… He was just like a dog moving tongue all over me.. Lips cheeks neck ears boobs cleavage navel.. Every place one by one was wet by his saliva. To be more excited I kept moving my ass on his dick which was brushing my cunt.Ahhh it was a pleasing moment. 10 days is a long time.. I was getting all. Then I looked at the dreadfully feminine outerwear. It included a pink, semi-transparent churidar top with fully embroidered upper bodice and sleeves cuff. It came with a dark pink stole with contrasting lace and golden border, and magenta colored cotton tights that hugged my legs and felt tight around the genitals. The earlier outfits had at least some gender-neutral style elements, but this left no doubt as to being 100% feminine. I shrugged my shoulders, knowing that it would be over soon,.