The sound of her father grunting and groaning, calling her dirty names like "cunt" and "whore" were familiar, the way his big cock stretched her young...pussy was familiar, and how it got easier for her to take the fucking each time was becoming more and more familiar.What wasn't familiar was the warm feeling welling inside her, the way her vagina secreted more fluid that made her pussy wet. Or how her nipples became rock-hard and the realization that she liked being fucked by her daddy. None of. And as for his wife, she continued to hold his broad arm possessively, but she had moved a bit more in front of him, as if she intended to shield him from all of the world’s discrimination using nothing but her slight body and her love for him. I had never witnessed anything like it, and for a moment, it brought a lump to my throat. Seeing no avenue for help in that direction, I looked behind us, where Riya still stood at the doorway. She actually bore a small smile, and her eyes sparkled with. He put on a skin colored gaff, giving him the look of aflat female crotch. He also pulled up dark hose up the legs, plumpingthem up to a womanly dimension, clipping them onto a slender garterbelt. Finally for the undergarments, he put on a thick peach panty withadded padding for the hips and ass to cover up the gaff. Now he couldnot think of himself as a man, but as a woman, getting ready for a jobinterview. He sighed briefly, then cleared his throat, allowing hisvoice to become more breathy,. I blush, my entire face turning red as red can be. We went back to talking, each day I rushed to the computer to see if he was online. Each day finding him there waiting to be with me. How did I become so lucky I think to myself. A message appears on my screen asking me to go to IM. I turn mine on and the message, Hello sexy, appears across my screen. I say, Hello handsome.. I’ve missed you. We sit and chat for what seems hours. Talking about everything from our families to music, to soccer...