It was during just such a visit, she yelled out loudly "Oh my God Victor! You have hairs on your thingy."I looked at her and then down at my cock. Ind...ed, I did have a few black hairs growing around the base of my cock. It made me feel all grownup."Don't call it a thingy," I said moving my legs apart so she could get a better look. I only had a few black pubic hairs. However, to me it looked like a thick bush, just like my dad's."When you have hair down there you called it a cock just like. But he had to be careful and not arouse suspicion.Again, he admired the skills of the person who had brainwashed him. It was a true masterstroke. He had trained for years to harden his mind against most methods. Hypnosis, pheromones, drugs and even against magical spells he had practiced with Zatanna. And yet here he was. Unable to resist indoctrination.Unable? No. Unwilling was the better word. He no longer wanted to be freed. He never wanted to have to think for himself again. It was much. Getting close I grabbed a pair of her dirty panties from the floor and emptied my balls into them. “You need to get fucking help”, I swore at myself as I crept from the room carrying my daughter’s cum filled underwear. That Friday The Cunt took Abby for a doctor’s appointment and then to her sugar daddy’s house for her visitation weekend. Abby really hadn’t wanted to go, and I didn’t want to make her but it was in the divorce agreement. It was actually a relief to have the object of my growing. I would walk over to you, keeping eye contact and climb on the bed next to you, lying next to you. We would kiss until we felt breathless and dizzy, and I move to sit on you. We can kiss and touch still, but I can feel your hardness underneath me, and you can see my big, dark nipples through the lace. You can lean forward and lick and nip at them, until they become hard and perky. I pull my top down to release them and let you get to them, and you can touch, and suck them properly. I feel so.