I work for a software development company here and am gettingmore experience. Maybe things would improve between us in future and thenI can leverage m... experience and be of help to my mom's business," he saidwithout expression. I was dying to probe further but manners finally gotthe better of me. Trying to change the topic, I said, "Arjun, you havereally nice hair. What hair products do you use?" He smiled, "Thanks! Butit's getting too long now and its so difficult to manage. Thankfully myboss. Just pick out what you like and go with it."I parked the truck outside the entrance in the first non-handicapped space I could find. We got out then locked my suitcase in the front seat. Once inside Buddy did pretty well with the socks, underwear and pull over shirts."Since it's summer there isn't a problem with sleeves being too long. That is usually my biggest problem with shirts. I am going to have a problem with the slacks you know," he said."Just get the waist and ass to fit, I can get. One lovely summers afternoon I had finished work and was enjoying a stroll through the local park.. There was an older guy sitting on a bench, as I approached him he passed the time of day and offered me the spare seat on his bench. His newspaper was casually spread across his lap, we very quickly got into conversation about all kinds of things, he was quite a touchy feely kind of person. First my knee then my thigh, not too suggestive, then I noticed his newspaper had slipped slightly off his. He gives me orders like, “Open your mouth,” and “Stick out your tongue”. It feels like an invasion when Daddy kisses me... not a soft, exploring kiss, but a demanding, aggressive kiss. My knees go weak and sometimes even buckle when Daddy kisses me and rubs his tongue all over my lips, teeth and tongue. Sometimes he gets annoyed and tells me again, “Open your mouth!” I want to tell him that my dentist even says I have a small mouth... but he’s not about to listen to any of that now, so I just.