"It's just that, as delightful asthis feels, you've never had me wear any of your things before." First of all, it's not mine. It is for you. Second... you will bewearing many feminine articles of clothing from now on."He assumed he was still allowed to talk and said, "But why?" It's Gregory." He was the man who shared her bed. "He decided that,although it amuses me to keep you naked and treat you like a merefootman, he doesn't like having another male presence in the house. So Itold him. I longed for his hard cock to be pump in and out of me. I wanted to tell him, that I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to make my pussy his. I could barely be still in the bed. Judge Cooke continued to fuck his daughter. She was the oldest. She had a younger sister, but she wasnt even in school yet. I was wondering just how old a person would be before their Daddy started preparing them to mount. I knew Judge Cooke had started preparing Sharon by his ritual of spanking. He had moved his. Natalie fanned her chest and muttered something. Lucia looked me up and down slowly, leered a bit and said, "There's a lot more where that came from." Natalie choked out, "Stud!" Apparently they'd been gossiping (sorry, that's "having communication regarding educational aspects of certain recent events") about last night's activities and our nocturnal rendezvous.I told Lucia, "It's a Real Good Thing, my Lady, because you're gonna need it." She smiled and we fell into each other for a brief. February 11, 1984, Milford, OhioAs I neared Milford, I tried to order the jumbled thoughts I’d had during the drive. Mostly they were about Clarissa. We hadn’t moved past a single French kiss before falling asleep with me in my pyjama bottoms and her in her nightgown. I hadn’t tried to advance things, and she hadn’t encouraged me to do so. I wasn’t sure we’d ever ‘hit a home run’, and if that was the case, I would never voice a complaint, or really, even think one. I loved Clarissa FAR too much.