" She's 11 next month, she's not an infant," I said firmly. "When I was11, I knew that there were people who lived their life as the oppositegender to...the one they were born. That woman who won Eurovision, the onewho won Big Brother..." Yeah, but they're not members of our family," dad pointed out."I'll talk to her first, explain everything" I said confidently, beforetaking a deep breath and standing up. "No time like the present..." I'll come with you," Emma said. "I'll be just outside in case. She turned and there he was, tall dark and handsome just like the picture. Her arms went around his neck on their own, she kissed his lips lightly. He held her close as he whispered in her ear, I have something special for you after we eat. He pointed to the booth in the corner as he led her towards it. She couldn’t believe it, he was a doll just like the picture, she had always thought it wasn’t his picture, they never send their picture she kept thinking. Her train of thought was broken as. I?ll be in in a jiff.? Petra walked down the hall and into the den. It was warm, cozy and comfortable. Clearly a woman lived here but it was not feminine, just nicely comfortable. Petra took off her sneakers and sat on the couch, pulling her feet up under her. There were big pillows all over the place and Petra felt as if she sank into the couch. Barb arrived with a small tray with tea, milk, sugar and a few cookies and placed them on the coffee table. She kicked off her heels and curled. My breasts jiggled.My hands seized fistfuls of the comforter. I dug into the soft cloth, gripping it as the heat rushed through my body. My skin felt on fire. It blazed as Daddy’s tongue fluttered up and down my pussy fold.“Daddy! This ... Daddy! It’s...”“I know,” he said. “Mmm, and you taste so good. And you still have your cherry. I’ll take care of that.”I nodded, breathing heavily. My little titties jiggled. I squirmed on my back, feeling my braid beneath me. The bed creaked. I exhaled. My.