Only because I stuck out my hand and introduced myself. She gave me a displeased look. “Oh yeah, that’s right Katie. Your dad…” What an idiot ... was. That felt even weirder because in the tribal culture of long-haired America names weren’t always exchanged. Introductions seemed horribly formal to people rebelling against formality and tradition. If you didn’t know a guy’s name you simply referred to him as man. The polite freak in those days substituted the word lady when addressing a female. . ” I smile down at her.“I have a boo-boo I need my daddy to kiss,” she says standing up.“Where is my precious Ray-Ray hurt,” I ask concerned.“It’s here, daddy,” she says pointing right to her left breast. My heart is broken because my mommy died. I need daddy to make it better.”“I ... uhh, I don’t think I should kiss you there. Daddy’s shouldn’t kiss their baby girl’s breasts.” I say staring at her ripe luscious breasts, covered only by a shirt so thin, that I could easily see she was not. I thought it normal and just something all parents did.When I saw mom later that evening, she asked me how my day went and that's when I told her about my chat with Bill and how we both were reminiscing about being bathed by our parents when we were kids. She smiled and told she remembered how much fun it was and how she used to tease me about my stiffies.I laughed back and said, "I don't think you'd be teasing me if you saw my stiffie now." Don't be crude young man, I'm still you mother," she. Now, Cari over there is getting a mitebit aroused at what's going on, aren't you, Cari?? ?Mmm,? Cari replied, a little unsure what Dawsonwasexpecting. ?Cari, why don't you strip off. Tania here is going to give you somepleasure now. If she doesn't, then you can punish her.? ?Pleasure,? said Cari. As she stood up, she peeled the tee-shirt awayfrom her firm, athletic body, revealing a tattoo of a heart on her left shoulder.He cut-offs descended to the floor, followed by her knickers. She stood.