Her legs were absolutely perfect, slender, but shapely. I made sure not to stare, but I did get several quick peeks. She was maybe an inch taller than...Anna-Marie, but, from the waist up, was not as shapely. She has small breasts, no more than a large A cup. But her face was pretty, and those legs... man, those legs!Both girls had lived with their parents, but after knowing them for about a year, they moved out and got an apartment together. Of course, I started hanging out there all the time.. ..”“Stepdaughter...” she corrected.“NO! You are my daughter. I adopted you when you were born and held you in my arms fresh from your mother’s womb. You could not be any more my daughter, even if I was your biological father. I will love you until the day I die and I will defend you against anyone. Even your fiancé!” I said giving Dave a sharp look.Dave either did not notice or simply ignored the look. “Jack, that is why we think you would be perfect to deal with ‘Mandy’.”“Daddy, David thinks. They soon married each other en masse, angels, Elves, nymphs, futas, etc.It wasn’t just about fantasies or pleasure, mind you. I taught the importance of sharing, of love, of community and family in a new model of the ideal household. I taught any holdouts about acceptance, friendship, brotherhood, sisterhood, and empathy for others. The Kenyans, for instance ... Brad had thought of them as simply, well, a rather racist and uncomplimentary term, even as he had fucked them. He needed to get past. As he passed the secretaries and entered his private office he heard one of the girls whisper."Someone looks on form today."He closed the door and eased into his chair, booting up the computer to catch up on anything urgent and check his papers before setting off to the court.I should hire LBG as a personal therapist, he thought— well, so long as Julie doesn't mind.Half an hour later he was scanning around the court looking at the opposition and trying to spot Angela. She was sitting as far.