Then I heard those beautiful words slamming into my ears."Ohh daddy," Anna sighed, the springs in her mattress squeaking as if she was pushing her hip... with extra force. My mind reeled with thoughts of what this could possibly mean: did she want me? Was she really fantasizing about me? Did the word have no connections with me? Did my daughter want me?I could not tell you what forced me to do what I did next, but I will never regret it. My eyes were no longer closed but were now wide open,. The silver ring under the head of his penis, his identification, shone under the bright lights in the basement. She stopped what she was doing and messed with the ring. He furrowed his brow in worry, nervous about his Mistress's plans. She sensed his discomfort and left it alone. Walking to a shelf near by, she grabbed a handful of wooden clothes pins, shifting them in her grip. His eyes followed her, waiting for her commands. She clamped each nipple in a pin, watching in satisfation as he. BD’s tv turned off a short while later.My head was still swimming, though it was coming down decently fast. I knew BD had most likely fallen asleep, I reached over and turned out the light.Marie glanced over to see what I was doing. I tucked my head under the blanket and started to shift my way down, I found her leg and crossed over it. My hands reached up the outside of her thighs, making trails on her skin with my finger tips. I felt the fabric of her shorts, and continued north, finding. I gave up on him and went and rang Sophie and she said yes I could come and stay for three weeks.So Dad was off to India and I was off to Shrewsbury. I could see he was relishing the prospect whilst trying to hide his excitement. I was pretty keen to go to Shrewsbury actually, Let me tell you a bit more about Sophie.Sophie once told me she was an after-thought. She's quite a few years younger than Dad, near enough to my age to be a friend. Being the youngest she was still around when Grandpa.