Out of curiosity I looked around the bed and found the CD, it looked likeit was on a continuous loop play so I would learn as I slept so to speak,tomo...row I would start the DVD on make up, with that I went to sleep, myfirst day as a woman! (Sort of).The nurse woke me up at seven in the morning, (what is it about hospitalsand early mornings?) and while I washed, cleaned my teeth and againmoisturised where I could I commented that I would be glad when I couldget a shower, the nurse said that with. Laura didn’t try to explain, in fact she never spoke, she just fitted in by my side, matched my pace and stride, and ran. Perfect. Ok, so we have already agreed my social skills suck but I’ve been running daily for years, not once have I had a conversation whilst doing so. It’s just not right, running time is “me” time. It’s when I think, or let my brain freewheel, or just enjoy the rhythm and the world around me.We didn’t race and I was not counting laps because I didn’t set out with a target. Dad took the lead and asked if he could have another of those kisses. I blushed but said yeah ok daddy. I leaned in and Started to kiss dad slowly at first but it quickly became a very passionate kiss with both of us letting out little moans of desire.I started to undo dads shirt as I wanted to feel those hard pecs he had earned in the gym. As I did this dads hand went to my boobs and my heart almost stopped! Dad quickly and expertly found my nipples which were rock hard. After more kissing my. He’s choking me with his cock. Going far beyond comfort and hitting the gag reflex. He is also not caring too much how often I breathe. One hand moves to his cock, now he is jacking himself while the head trying to go down my throat. “I saw films you like online. I like rough too, never knew you did. Should I degrade your mouth or fuck you?”. To the best of my ability with a cock in my throat I said “Fuck me”, though it did not sound much like it.I’m pulled up, spun around and a bottle.