"Again Dickie gave the orders and the Guard stood at ease."Stand Easy," Anthony ordered. "Now, Mr Valentine, please introduce me."Anthony spent no les... than a minute with each of the guard, finding out where they came from and then responding with something about their area of Yorkshire, whether they were married and how many children they had, whether their fathers had served before them and was delighted to find one whose father had been a wartime soldier, although not in the 6th. “Mmm . . you've lost a bit of stiffness, I'll help buck it up.”Mom uses the terrycloth to rub me on my genitals, but then simply drops the fabric and begins to fondle me. I am amazed at the turn around of her attitude and the turn of events, but know I am still tiptoeing on eggshells, as she is 'choking my chicken'. “Why didn't you ask your father what size his dick is?”“Because I didn't want to seem to be queer. You know how it is.”“Well, I thought you asked me, because perhaps you wanted. She was openly very Christian and moral, although as her father was an evangelical preacher, maybe she didn’t have much option there – in fact, I mused, watching Miranda’s eager response to the blonde woman, as she hurried with her into the fitting room, maybe her surface appearance was all just an act, maybe she was just like me, a lesbo slut gagging for pussy.I thanked them both profoundly – for giving me my first lesbian experiences in such a fantastic and complete way, and for the. Ohhhh, noooo!" she cried out, unable to control herself.She couldn't face the man, this man who was her father. She was his little girl and now ... now she had shown him what she really was--a slut who played with her pussy, a whore who finger-fucked herself, a tramp who fucked herself with anything she could find that would fit between her legs. She lowered her head, deeply ashamed of herself—"I-I'm sorry, Dad. I-I d-don't know wh-what to say," she stammered, lowering her legs.John held out.