.."A short pastel pink turtle neck dress, emblazoned with "Daddy's girl" onit that barely covered my butt, a pair of platform sandals with roses andot...her fake flowers in them that raised me a good three inches, and a tightdiamond choker. Underneath it I wore a pair of lacy yellow panties thatcovered my squeezed up cock and turned it into a cute little bump. Theplatform sandals heightened (no pun intended) the intense humiliation ofit. Still a good six inches shorter then Daddy, my new found. And I wasn't sure if I wanted to. He had been friends with my sister for as long as I could remember. A couple of years ago, Lori told mom that they were dating. Unfortunately, mom didn't take notice as she was too consumed with the recent death of my father. In the two years after he had died, Lori attempted suicide twice. I genuinely believed that Ryan helped her cope with the loss. The struggle had brought them closer together, and her and my mom farther apart. I didn't really understand. I say sure do, but I don't have any wine glasses. I pour us some Pinot Grigio for us, and we sit down on the couch and pick up where we left off with the stories. As the wine flows, our stories gradually start down the erotic and sexual path that they almost always turned to online. As we finish our second glasses of wine, I get up to put the glasses up, and you follow behind me, admiring me from behind as I had you earlier. When I come back out of the kitchen, our eyes lock and the fire that. I don't know where to begin."Bill began to tell his story.Bill and his wife Millie were your typical small town residents. Bill had a job with the County Highway Department and she was a school teacher. They went to church every Sunday. They were trying to start a family but Millie had trouble carrying the fetus. It seems that every time she conceived the baby would abort at between two and four months. Millie was becoming more and more depressed. She started joining all sorts of women's.