I went back in my room and went online to find out. As itturns out, a beauty school, or maybe a charm school as they are sometimescalled, could help; ...t least some of them could help anyway. I sat therestaring at the screen, wondering how I could have let this go so far. Theonly thing about being a girl that I liked was the smoothness of my skin.I really liked that. I also found out via the Internet that a lot of guysliked being girls, more than I had imagined, and a lot of them lookedperfectly. She loved the way he was taking control and ravaging her in her own place. Becky turned around and kissed him some more, till he went down to kiss her nipples. He kissed and sucked as she leaned back against the door to be open for him.Breaking the kiss, she grabbed his hand, and lead him to the bedroom. “Get your clothes off Mike,” she ordered, and he was peeling them off leaving a trail to the bedroom. She backed him up to the bed. His shirt was off, his pants were undone and around his. Mother came in and excused herself, she was tired after her medication and made me promise to tuck my daddy in in her stead, I was a young lady now and when father performed that ritual on me at the dinner table, newer rules were brought into effect and when we eventually retired to daddy's room, I remained there the whole night with him, attending to his sexual needs, for which the softness of my hands and lips, the gentle warm of my mouth sufficed in lieu of my blood fest between my thighs.I. He traced my lips and pressed his fingers into my mouth. I licked the honey off his fingers as I looked into his eyes. He kissed me and pressed his insistent tongue into my mouth. I grabbed onto it with mine and swooned as we shared the taste of the excitement he builds in me. Daddy cupped my jaw and moved his hand onto my neck. I kissed him harder as goose bumps spread down my legs. He pulled me gently up and hugged me. I moaned against his chest as I held him closer to me. I pressed my.