And always toldme to go to school by binding my head and coming home early.Then after some years my dad's business got on track and we had gooddays. M... mom bought new girls" clothes for me, but I didn't feelcomfortable in those clothes as I had barely worn them. I hated thetight material and didn't feel comfortable wearing it. I then boughtsome boys clothes for me which I liked to wear, but my dad was not happywith me acting tomboyish. He always forced me to wear traditionalwomen's. This happened a few years ago and the story still excites me. My wife was out of town for business and she was feeling good about her independence. She had been chatting and texting some guys that she had met online previously. For over a year she had her eye on this hot hung italian guy but the kept missing connections, as life got in the way. While away from home for work, she was often surrounded by several male co-workers. There were a few that made comments about her big boobs and flirted. After a full smoke to herself, that seemed to disappear in a haze of long puffs, the group when back into the concert, as the band had started up again, and the music and crowd were all pumping again. At first there didn’t seem to be anything different in how she felt, but this soon changed, when one of the guys in the group started dancing close behind her again. It was like her sense of touch was heightened, and with every brush of his hand across her skin, it felt like she was tingling more. Granted I would never try anything with her, that would be just wrong. But she was turning into her mom. Beautiful, graceful, everything that her mother was and even a little more. She had my demeanor, and you could see a little of me in her face, but after that she was all her mother. I would have never admitted it then, but by the time she turned 14, I started to find myself having fantasies about her. I was still in control. She’s my little girl and I would never do anything to hurt our.