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Saturday, later in the morning, I had been outside early mowing and doing other yard work. Nothing special, I had come in and cleaned up taking a shower and wrapping a towel around myself as I walked out of the bathroom before heading down the hallway. Her door was open. Not much, but it was open far enough that I could see her nicely tanned and broad shoulders. Thick. Dark. Soft. But that wasn’t the best part of her. No, it wasn’t. Not at all. It wasn’t even her thick and long but luxurious long light brown hair even, although I always liked it. Reminds me of her mom a lot. See, her mother, my wife, passed away a few years back and I’ve tried to bounce back as best as I could, but it’s been tough. Real tough although I’ve kept an open mind on it all. Nevertheless when I passed my Michelle’s room and saw her like she was, I accidentally stopped, and I accidentally stared at her, from the back. Whoa! Yes, whoa. That’s right. My “little girl” had grown up and by that I mean she has sprouted into a full grown woman with character, with charm, but with looks no man has the courage to tell her how beautiful she has. See Michelle isn’t a little girl any longer. Michelle is a full grown woman of 24 soon to be 25 and she still thinks she has to live here at home to take care of “her” daddy. That’s the other problem. See, I’m not her daddy. Not biologically I’m not. Her mother is or should I say was her real mom. I only raised her. That’s where the fun starts, so to speak. We were swingers. Marilyn and I were swingers for many years. The first five or so years we were still madly in love with one another. But afterwards, something changed, a little that we did something not many couples do. We hooked up with our neighbors. Marilyn loved me. There’s no denying that. I absolutely adored her too. But we met our neighbors, did the neighborly thing, and we had parties and we hung out and talked. She and I were the first to talk. Oddly, she “felt” something she first said. I never would have guessed her to be the one to say it to me. “I like you Chuck.” And I told her, in a friendly way, I liked her too. “No Chuck, I mean I LIKE you.” I didn’t understand, at first. I asked her to clarify herself. I suppose I was a little suspicious. “You work, Marilyn works, but anyone can take off an afternoon couldn’t they?” she said. “Huh, what?” I said. There wasn’t anyone around. Nobody for miles so to speak and she more or less came up to me and rubbed against me and said to come over some day, during the week, and she said we could spend the afternoon together getting to no one another, better. So I went in to work. But I left at 12:30 never to return. That was a couple days later. We had what was an excitingly superb time. I never in my life istanbul travesti thought kissing another woman, the way she and I kissed, would have been as thrilling as it was. We hugged and rolled off and back on to her couch. Our clothes, at first, did not come off, but her lips and that tongue of hers made its point. “Talk to Marilyn or would you like me to talk with her?” she told me after we flattened out our clothes and our hair as well. “By the way, you’re a great kisser.” I’m a great kisser. I am a great kisser. I liked it. I loved her body although I hadn’t seen it yet. She ended up speaking with Marilyn and the rest is history, kind of. Except for the part about Michelle. That was almost 25 years ago. Don’t believe me? Well then don’t. “Wow honey” I said to Michelle as I stared at the back of her body. Her hips and her ass were tremendous looking. Although she isn’t my daughter, I raised her as such. But I had always known she was not my flesh and blood. Michelle swung around in what she had on. She was looking at herself in something she had bought. “Who is that for?” I said. The towel hung around my waist. If you didn’t look at my face you’d think I was 35 years old, but of course I wasn’t. She had on a red satin corset. Her body, her flesh looked like silk to me. Her curves smothered and smoothed out the lines of my imagination. My eyes made it easy to see that I was enamored with my daughter. “No one” she said. “You like it?” I blinked or must have blinked a couple dozen times. She smiled. “What do you like best about it?” she asked.’ Oh god. If only I could walk up to her, hold her close to me, and feel her body against mine then I could tell her, but I couldn’t. “You have no idea” I said by mistake. “What does that mean, daddy?” I cleared my head, right away. I told her I’d be right back. I went and got dressed. I came back. “Sit down” I said. She was also changed into sweats. Damn. “I’ve got to tell you something. Wait, let me ask you something first.” She said okay. I sat down. She sat down. I smiled into her eyes. She has her mother’s eyes. I could have ripped the clothes off her body. She asked me what I wanted to ask her. “Are you a virgin?” There was silence. “What? Do you want me to tell you yes? Then yes. I am a virgin daddy. Honestly, I am a real virgin. I’ve never ever had sex before.” At 25, almost, and my girl hasn’t ever had sex before, I thought. Wow, now that’s truly amazing as beautiful as she is. But I’ve got to tell her. She didn’t seem embarrassed at all about that. Would you like to, I said to myself. “Oh” I murmured. “Really, truly?” I said. She nodded. “Is there something wrong with being a virgin?” she asked. “OHHH NOOOO. NOT AT ALL” I told istanbul travestileri her and I shook my head. “So why would you ask me that then?” she asked. “I don’t know. I really don’t” I told her. I shrugged. “There’s something else. I’m not your real father.” There was a silence. She was looking down. Finally, she looked up. She didn’t seem surprised. She didn’t actually smile. She gave me this look. I liked it, a lot too. “You aren’t my dad?” she repeated. Her head was cocked. Her face was quizzical. “Wow, now maybe” and she looked away and stopped speaking. “Oh wow” and she looked back at me. Daddy… I mean… Should I call you daddy or Chuck?” and her eyes closed. She didn’t say another word for a moment. She finally looked at me. “I have to ask you something then.” “What Melissa?” “You were uhhh looking at me, right?” I said yes. “Why?” she said. There was silence. She was looking down at herself. She looked into my eyes. “Why?” she said again. There was more silence. “Because in all honesty, Melissa… I find you a very, very sexy woman.” She stood up. “Can you leave my room?” she said. I stood up and left, apologizing. Ten minutes later, she walked in. Wearing a nice top, not too low cut, it had short sleeves. It was one of those where the sleeves rode high up on the arms. I loved those because they are to me an arousing turn-on. Showing off that flesh on a woman’s upper arms always taunted me for the most part. Also, it was tucked in. And with her jeans she had on, she looked merciless. “Wow, that’s a nice outfit” I said. She smiled. “Thank you” she said. “Now I’m going to ask you again. Do I call you daddy? Or do I call you Chuck?” Her chest, her tits seemed to be saying something to me. But what was the question. “I have to know” she said. “I just have to.” “Why? What difference does it make Melissa?” “A lot” she said. “See, I’ve wanted to try making…having sex with another person, but see…I get scared. I really do. And seeing as you’re not my real daddy…maybe you can help me with that.” I think I gave off a weird and quizzical expression. “Umm how could I help? What could I do?” I asked, hopefully and possibly knowing a good answer. There was silence and she looked down at the floor. She looked up. “I’m a woman, right?” I nodded at her. “Do you really think I’m attractive? Is that right?” I told her I did. “So my question is this. Do you think I’m a sexy woman?” Is she sexy? Is she sexy, I asked myself? Oh my god! Oh my… Yes oh yes you’re sexy. I wanted to have sex with her for some reason. How, I didn’t know. How could this be? “I’ve always thought you were pretty and truth be told… Yes Melissa I do think you’re” and my eyes took a look at her from top to bottom travesti istanbul before saying “sexy.” “Then do me a favor” she began. I didn’t expect this at all. “Have sex with me” she told me. What…what did she just say? “Show me how… Prove to me how sexy I really am.” My cock hadn’t begun tingling, yet. I was not turned on, yet. However, I knew, in time I would be. Could I really do this with my own daughter? Have sex with her…with Melissa? Could I, I wondered? “Chuck?” she said. The sound of her voice…it was so, well it was soft. It seemed to invite me, if nothing else. With visions of her in that red corset…the one which was tightly wrapped around her body…the one which showed me her beautifully wrapped hips, ass, and showed off her legs fort the very first time in my life. Oh shit, I thought. Then for the very first time I felt it. It tingled. I pinched my legs. Oh was it a…it was a neat…uh ooooooohh it felt wild to me. Those images of her body a little while ago in that corset she was trying on, they wreaked havoc on my mind, thankfully. “Chuck…oh Chuck?” she said again. “Huh…huh?” I replied. “I made a mistake.” She was shaking her head. “I shouldn’t have…” and she looked me in the eyes “I’m an idiot. I should know better.” “God, you’re sexy” I told her out of no where. “Did you know that? Did you?” She stood there, silent, and she looked at me, again. I don’t know how she felt or what she was thinking, but I do know I wanted to bring her into my bed and undress her with my eyes closed and with them open. I wanted her body. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to discover it. I wanted to hold it, naked, against mine. I wanted to undress it. I wanted to show her all the beauty she stores within it. I wanted to tell her how gorgeous she is. Then I wanted to have…no make love to her body and I wanted to do this all day long. “I’ll make love to you” I said. I was 24 when she was born and I am a very young 49. I could pass for ten to fifteen years younger and that’s no lie. She’s going to be 25 in a few days. I want her to feel me and hold me and touch me all over. I want her to feel my cock, a guy’s cock, and I want her to be happy about it all too. “Umm, so uhhh…here or in your uhhh room or uh where?” she said. “Do me a favor. Change into that piece you had on and come over in say…five minutes, okay?” I told her. God, she looked incredible. She did. With her long light brown hair lying against her shoulders and her thick and curvy shadowing physique practically calling out to me, I felt I had to be with her, against her, and on her. Oh did I ever. “You…look…absolutely…gorgeous” I told her. She mimicked a smile. It was an extremely attractive one. Her shoulders dipped. She looked away. She looked back at me. Her eyes couldn’t meet mine. We sat. We didn’t do anything, at first. We only sat side by side. I tried to “feel” her by me. Nothing at all but her by my side and although she looked gorgeous as ever, nothing was initiated because it didn’t seem to feel to be the right time or right at all, I told myself.

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