I went to the bedroom, thru my bags on the unmade bed. I'm not making it either, I want the house to be a mess. Daddy's little girl needs to be puni...hed. I stripped from my clothes, tossing them here and there, then headed for the shower.I washed and shaved my body, making sure to shave my pussy. I love how a bald pussy looks like a little girls pussy. I know my daddy does too. Once out of the shower, the towel wrapped around me, I dried myself along with slathering baby oil all over. I. " He was fighting with his love for the woman in front ofhim and the love for the little girl he was suddenly forced to raise as asingle father.A far off glaze covered her eyes briefly, "Do you really think you couldstop me Mike? She's my daughter too. I did what I had to do you knowthat." Yeah and you've put your Twenty in, so why are you still there?" it was avery hard question she had no answer for."Look, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have started a fight with you like that," hepressed something. I determined the problem was in the attic. She showed me the staircase leading to the attic & went downstairs. The problem was easy to find. A bunch of scrapbooks had fallen on the main duct was restricting the air flow. Picking the books up, I glanced at one of the pics inside. It was a fine looking naked women with her hands tied behind her back. Her face wasn't in the pic but OMG what a body. I sat down on a trunk and started looking at the pics. A group of naked people, some men and some. Faith and I were busy toking up with Flower in the back while we drove, listening to the Doors as we cruised. There was a big bed covered in quilts and sleeping bags in the back and the van reeked of cannabis. If I had licked any part of the interior, I’d probably be high for a week. We were feeling no pain about five minutes into the drive, Faith had brought the primo stuff and we were happily buzing along. Flower kept stroking my hair, telling me how pretty I was and how much she.