" Brin began. Tom kissed her cheek softly and said, "Shh, it's the least I can do for my best girl." The truth was, Tom liked having his daughter in h...is arms like this again, her own arms around his neck and her head against his chest. Brin had always been a "daddy's girl" and she'd grown up way too fast it seemed. Memories flooded back to Brin as well. Of laughing uncontrollably as her dad tickled her; of him being there in the middle of the night to hold her when she woke up with a bad dream;. “My god, Amber, that was wonderful.”“Thanks.”Then he looks fixedly at me. “How old are you?”“Twenty.” Which will be true in a few months.“Jesus.”“How old did you think I was?”“I didn’t think.”Lying next to me, he cups my bum in his hand. Brazenly, he leaves his finger in the crack, pressing on my bumhole.“Wilson. What are you trying to do?”“I still have another hour. Do you ever…?” and he breaks off.“I don’t take it up that entrance, if that’s what you’re about to ask.” I pull a pillow from. There was a pause that said to me that she was formatting a response."Why would you ask such a thing, dear?" she replied cheerily."Mom... The project I'm working on... Look, I saw her yesterday, okay? Not in what you'd consider reality, but she was there. What's the story? Did she die at birth?" I was sounding less pleasant and more demanding."Honey... Shortly after you were conceived, the doctor told us you were... special. You had both male and female sex chromosomes. We opted for gene. ” She says aloud. It was as close to what hung between her roommate’s legs as she could figure. Quickly she strips naked and lies on her bed. Her new ‘friend’ in her hand and the girls on the screen next to her. She spends some time caressing her own breasts, rubbing her own crotch. Her body slowly almost reluctantly responding. Finally she squeezes some lube into her hands. Generously slathering the dildo. Then she rubs the tip against her soft warm peach. Cynthia groans as she slowly pushes.