So why had she not said something before? I could have understood if she had just got fed up with it and decided to do something about by confronting ...e and roasting me with her tongue but she had not done that.She had obviously planned something and arranged for her chauffeur to pick us up and take us to a place where she could talk to me by myself. I could not imagine any reason for her wanting to do that. I tried to think of some reason for this. The only thing I could come up with was that. ”“I know. Me, too. But you can go visit her like we talked about. I talked to your mom and Abbie about it, too.”“When?”“Next month, if you want. They could take you to the race in Rockingham.”“Really?” he asked.“Yes. And they plan to come to the race in Michigan, too.”“Cool! Thanks, Dad!”“You sound happier now.”“I’m still going to miss her.”“And that’s OK. They promised to come visit, too.”“Do you have time to play Sonic with me?”“Sure!”We played for about forty-five minutes before I had to. His naked body was thin, petite and shaven (except for a tiny patch of hair above her six inch cock). Everything about him was extremely feminine, from his soft pouty lips to his long, shapely legs. He stood at about 5"9, fairly short for a boy but fairly tall for a girl. He put on his favorite wig (platinum blonde and chin length) and slipped on a pair of white, bikini-cut silk panties. Skye then added a matching bra, elbow-length gloves and thigh high stockings."Babe, you look so sexy," came. His wife Lynn had protested the offer, and Rachel hadn’t taken to it too quickly. But his youngest, Kyra, was hugely jealous of her sister. With her help, Thomas was able to win Rachel over to the idea and take her to the plastic surgeon.Thomas was anxious. Today was a long time coming for him. Most dads didn’t wait as long as he did. They rushed their well-endowed, big-breasted, and round ass girls straight into their beds. Thomas’s girls were almost just as perfect as all the others. Their.