It wasn’t me, as the phrase would go. But I still felt I had to try it on for her, let her see that it wouldn’t look good on me. I quickly undress...d, carelessly scattering my clothes on the small stool, averting my eyes from the mirror as I slipped it on, aligning the straps across my shoulders, jiggling the meager cups around my equally meager offerings. The smile came of its own volition. I looked at someone else standing there before the mirror, my new shades still on, the bikini clinging. I threw quite a tantrum. But I relented after anhour of shouting and crying. I was doing the shouting; my Daddy, thecrying. As no one was likely to know me at the state fair ? it wasthree counties over ? I eventually agreed to be Melissa for the day.But I drew the line at the skirt he wanted me to wear. I hadn't everworn a skirt, and I wasn't about to wear one for the first timeoutside, in public.And yet, my Daddy got his way after another half-hour of shouting.What? You're wondering what kind. “I’ll blow you without a condom, because I think Bobbi would probably, umm…”“Bobbit him?” she supplied.“Yeah, that, if you came in my mouth. That’s a bit of a no-no. I have a rule: I don’t swallow on a first date. I know, I’m a bit of a prude,” she said shyly.This time David sat against the pillows at the head of the bed, and Emma settled in between his legs. She gave his already hard cock a long, slow lick, circling her tongue around the tip. “I do taste a bit of cum,” she whispered. . Roz is two years younger than Jane and a businesswoman up in the city in some large banking organisation and always working even when here with us. She’s a delightful piece of eye candy at 5'2' in her business attire and when we go out for a Sunday lunch at the local, she’s in jeans and tight-fitting white blouse with matching shoes. Roz prefers her hair short and mousy blond in a retro 60’s style. You cannot fault her makeup, hardly anything on but looks good which frames her face in gentle.