The End. – – – – – – – – – Afterword So we come to the end of this tale, of the story of Stan, Anne and Denise, of Elaine and Susan... of Elizabeth and James, and of all the other characters who showed up in Equal Shares. Writing this story took me just about a year. In that time I gained many things: new friends, new helpers and especially new editors. Bob Hebert is still with me, and I thank him from the bottom of my heart. The Nameless Princess joined the team early on to provide a feminine. When he parked the car he was right behind me, I got all my items and went into the bathroom to get ready, and used the hotel perfume to smell womanly. As I walked out of the bathroom with my pigtails, school girl outfit, and high-heels I saw my Daddy 's breath leave his body. He had a tear in his eye and a smile on his face as he looked at me and said " Baby you look so beautiful." I smiled and said "Thank you Daddy." He wiped his tear and his face turned sensual, he told me " Why don't you. I began to find my way down his stomach to the edge of his jeans. I started undoing the button and let down the zipper. I began to stroke him through his boxers. His breathing began to quicken and he was kissing me deeper than before. I pulled his penis out of his boxers and grasped just his skin. He released my mouth and moaned out loud. He closed his eyes and I continued to stroke him but increased my pace. He grabbed my mouth with his and began to kiss me with greater force. He was so sexy. I hope you can find something in common with each other.’ That evening Jasmine went upstairs to change out of her grungy housework clothes. She was a bit nervous but it would be fine. She wondered how she should dress, she wanted to look good, but not be obvious. Jasmine was forty-five, but she didn’t look it. She still had a nice figure and had never cut her long hair like a lot of women her age did. Her blonde hair did have the odd silver hair, but it didn’t make her look old, just added a.