This of course is where thebeginning of my story comes in that this is not a new story. For reasonsat that moment unbeknownst to me it was always the ...igh point of my daywalking past it. The clean white of the walls, the brightly lit displaysshowing the newest styles of gowns with their long whimsical veils. Eachday I would walk past and revel in just how pretty it all was. The firstset of windows being dedicated to the gowns and then the next set ofwindows was the salon where women would go. She didn't have a chance to settle in because of the excitement of the moment and the fact it was a very brief trip.So, when we got to the Interstate, I figured Michelle would fall off. She proved she could be as unpredictable as her mother. When she loosened her seat belt a little and she leaned over resting her head on my right thigh, she did not drift off. Not by a long shot.No, the questioning mind of an almost twelve year old intellect kicked into gear. Big time.I guess because of the. That is when she checked me for a hernia, while applying a good amount of pressure. Not to mention, she had long nails. She did one side at a time, asking me to turn my head and cough. She made me cough 3 times for one side, always increasing the pressure. She then gloves up, and I'm just completely clueless as to what is about to happen. She took my genitals in one hand, and essentially lifted them up, giving her access to my anus and perineum. She pushed on the perineum with her thumb, and. Even without being blood related, the idea felt so incredibly taboo.Even before she met my stepdad, I could hear when she had gentlemen callers in the middle of the night. I could hear their moans no matter if they were in her bedroom or downstairs. I would watch her change and shower. Every time, I would get so hard that I couldn't help but feel my cock get hard rubbing against my waistband.Sometimes she'd touch herself in the shower. I always liked to think it was all for me.And then she met.