There was a gaiety in the air, the joy of being together again. We were at a crossroads, ‘which way to go? it was my choice.’ I took her into my a...ms and kissed her. ‘I want the light,’ I said. She did not lock the door behind us. The blinds were already drawn and the small table lamp faintly lit the room. ‘It’s a lower wattage bulb,’ she explained. I nodded my approval, still amazed at my luck to be in the sewing room with her. ‘No children at home and a dim light, this must have been. Gail took a smallish 36B bra, and Josh knewhe usually bought shirts and jerseys and such for a 38 inch chest, soalthough it certainly would not be a perfect fit, he was sure if heopened the shoulder straps out and used the widest of the three settingsto join it at the back, he would be able to get it on and be reasonablycomfortable. But despite his desperation to put on the bra, he againstruggled with the feelings of guilt. He felt by wearing the bra, hewould be betraying Gail's trust,. Daddy, daddy, what are you doingPlease honey, you've got me so hardreaching and lifting your dress right up over your assDaddy, do you like my new panties mommy bought mesee my white smooth legsDaddy, can you see my fresh little wetnessunzipping your pants, and pull them downDaddy's cockanother naughty word daddy taught me Springs free and stands stiff and so hardmy little babyslut can't waitI slide her wet young panties down over her feettake them in my hand and into her mouth Watch as she. “Daddy do you know why I like my enemas?” She spoke into the quiet.“Why don’t you tell me,” I asked.“Two reasons; I do like the feel of the water flowing into me, the cramping that comes with it and how you touch me then but when my belly’s all hanging out, and second, when I’m full I like to pretend I’m pregnant.”“What Sweetheart, you want to have a baby,” I asked.“No Daddy I don’t want to have a baby, I want to have YOUR baby,” she whispered.“Sweetheart don’t you think that’s a little early.