It was half finished, with no wig but had apale Asian look to it. What's this about, Becky speculated as she heardthe door open."Oh you are awake, Bec...y... or should I say....." Philly brought upbefore Becky raised a hand in front of her. "Stop right there, dude-what's this about?", Becky asked as she pointed to the mask before heron the table. Waving a hand, he brushed it off stating, "Ah, that'sfor....another client, don't worry about that...... anyway man what awild ride you too had, I got a. Her reply came in but two little words “You Daddy” as she slipped off of the table and pushed her shorts off and stepped from them. She hadn’t worn any panties after all or had removed them upstairs while she was making up the bed, either way my eyes grew big as saucers as they again feasted on her lush smooth mound. She stepped up to me boldly and unfastened my pants as I stood in awe of how truly wondrous her love for me was. She knelt down in front of me as I lifted one foot and then. They had known each other for years. Yet their was never the trigger that launched an ‘affair’, not even the knowledge that the desire was there. That is until this point. Once that line had been crossed, there erupted passion that had been simmering within both of them for years. Unspoken, for the longest time, unknown, but it was there as sure as there is a sky. They had been careful, meeting in brief encounters, speaking in short phone conversations. But it was on-line, with the wall of the. Things seem to have happened quite fast..."Aimee smiled at me. "What you have experienced isn't like what normally happens between people. There is a connection that is deeper than simple infatuation."Infatuation? I could honestly say that "infatuation" wasn't something that had worried me, actually.Aimee continued, "Like a mother and her child. Even a father and his child. They share something more than just what they see in each other. The child is a part of both the mother and the father--it.