I'm finger-fucking your pussy again. Do you like that?" You mumble, only half-awake, and roll over on your back in the darkness, lit only by a tiny ni...htlight. "Oh Daddy... is that you or am I dreaming? My pussy feels so good. It's getting hotter and hotter." "Good, Princess. I want your pussy as hot as I can make it." I bend down and put my mouth over your budding breasts. They just started budding when you turned sixteen and now they're about a B cup. They're firm and exquisite, and I love. ’ Robert forced a smile. He knew that was a complete lie. A girl like Chrissy flirted with guys all the time. But he also knew the she was right about one thing — he could not allow himself to get jealous every time a guy flirted with her. ‘Yeah, I know…’ he agreed sheepishly. ‘Aww… poor baby,’ she mocked playfully. ‘Maybe I can do something to make you feel better.’ With that, she shifted position in bed and got on top of him. She was wearing a flimsy little blue satin baby-doll nightgown, and. . this does look like her work." He poked and prodded a little, put some more antibacterial ointment on it and started in with new bandages. "Did you do the cleanup?"I nodded."That's very good work. Ever consider?"I smiled..."No ... Family business ... I am slated for great things in the management area." Too bad, you'd make a great nurse."Not even a suggestion I might make a good doctor. Men!"We're going to see how it goes," he took out his prescription pad, hen scratched his way across it and. His Grandpa stood before the stove whistling, working the skillets withthe same grace he always did. Unfortunately his grey-topped head satperched above the sexy young "Mindy-body" just as it had when last he sawhim. However, instead of the school uniform of the day before, the old manhad dressed himself in a tight pink t-shirt and a pair of panties. Hetapped a dainty bare foot on the kitchen floor in time with hiswhistling."Damn," Patrick whispered. Hearing him, his Grandfather spun around on.