Open the box first, before the bags.” “Yes Daddy” Samantha replied without hesitation, “But I hear you gave Tyrone some trouble giving him a b...ow job. He told me how he put you in your place with your ass. I don’t remember giving you permission to cum however. We’ll deal with it this weekend. As punishment however, before opening anything, I demand you lock your little sissy clitty up that belongs to your daddy. You obviously can’t be trusted with it slut.” Samantha fumbled her way into the. I stopped and took another sip of coffee, more to give myself a breather to try and regain my self-control."Don't you love me anymore," Martha asked, with a demanding tone that seemed to imply she didn't love me very much at that moment."Of course I love you Martha," I replied."If you love me, why don't you show it?" she answered, jumping on my response, trying to put me on the defensive."What do you mean, exactly?" I queried, using the old tactic of answering a question with a question."Well,. The images weren’t leaving my head. This was the first time one story had so much impact on me. There was something about the way it was written, the words were like a music you can’t get out of your head.Getting ready was a task as my fingers always found a way between my legs. Either my hormones were kicking in or it was time I got something hard and erect. Things became a little more exciting when I saw my favorite toy under my clothes. My brain quickly saw the watch and gave me a go. For all of her talk about fragrance sensitivity, it is now me talking about scent.I can still smell her on me. I know that can't be happening. I showered this morning, washing off the remains of yesterday. Washing off the touch, the embrace, the kisses. Washing off the outward connections made over the course of a day. I know it can't be happening.Yet I can still smell her on me. I close my eyes and inhale and she is sitting next to me. I open my eyes and it...she...is still there next to me..