Rose admits to being a Daddy’s girl. We recently started addressing each other as “Baby” and “Daddy” in our messaging and chatting. When I s...spected that she was ignoring her homework so she could play on the computer, I insisted that Daddy needed to administer proper punishment. I told her to lie over my knee so I could pull down her panties and swat her cute ass. When I felt that she was sufficiently punished, I wet my finger with her own pussy juices and then slowly slid it into her asshole.. And I suspected that she didn't disbelieve Dad's story as much as she said she did. It would explain why he was good at helping her choose clothes and was always considerate and understanding of her. Almost as if he knew what it was like to be a woman. I shook my head. It just wasn't possible. My Dad was a woman? When I looked down at myself, I thought that maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions. "No stories," he said quietly, "I had magic, and I broke some of the rules of our ruling council.". She licked a corner of the towel and used it to wipe some of the sticky mess off Drew’s cheek. “Mommy spit cleans anything,” she explained while the rest of us looked on in astonishment.“Boys, this is Allison,” Lissa said when they were reasonably clean and we finally got settled in the car. “Allison, these are my little terrors, Drew and Damon.”“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Allison said. “Mommy has told me so much about you.”“Are you our girlfriend, too?” Damon asked. That brought a silence to. Speaking of parents there was her mom. Shit! What a bitch! Julia, she didn't make a secret of her domineering role in her relationship with her daughter. You and your neighbours were used to seeing her drunken rants at Carla at any time of day for the tiniest of misdemeanours. You once saw her raise her hand to slap her for dropping some garbage on the road from a split bag. She only stopped when she saw you. Then there's the invisible dad. You knew you'd never seen him. Has he left because of.