“Oh god, there have been some unbelievable moments and very sexually fulfilling!” She smiled “But it seems that recently, all I’ve felt is tha... I was a sexual plaything to entertain Jeff and his voyueristic fetish!”I looked at her soulful brown eyes and placed my right hand gently on her shoulder.“So what would make you feel better?” I asked genuinely.“I want to be wanted. I want my opinion and needs to be important!” She implored ”I want someone to ask me what I want!” “I’m doing that right. ”Claire smiled maternally at her daughter and at that moment really loved her. Of course, she now knew that was a maternal love and not an attraction towards her daughter even though her pussy was so damp.Moments later Melanie was outside going down the path leading from the house when John arrived home from work. “Hi Melanie, in a rush?”Melanie got a shock seeing her dad as she was focussed on her stinging bottom and legs. “Oh, hi, Dad. Just off to supper and then a party with Emma,” she said. As a teenager I had worn my mother's underwear onevery occasion I could manage and while it felt 'right', it was notenough for me. I wanted to be more than a cross-dresser; I wanted to bea woman.Seeing John walk around naked in our remote camp site after a plunge inthe local waterhole after a day's work was particularly hard. I foundit difficult not to look at his hard male body and lust after him. Iknew I wasn't gay; I just wanted to be his woman. Of course I could notlet the slightest. I was struggling to cover my parts. He completely removed his pants. I was staring at his tool.He then took me to my room and made me lay on the bed. He way lying on me. His tool was touching my bare thighs. I was feeling good. He hugged me tight He started kissing me on lips. While kissing he removed my bra. I was feeling like heaven when my breasts were pressed against his body. Then slowly he went down to my breasts. He kept his mouth on my breasts and sucking them and pressing my round.