Ididn't want to be giggly. I also didn't want to wear the kinds ofjeans and tops they wore. Their clothes were trendy and I supposethere's nothing w...rong with that, but the older women I knew wouldn't becaught dead wearing such things. I hoped my mom would buy me a nicewool skirt and a sweater top or maybe even a pant suit.********My coach yelled at me a lot during football practice. He said my headwasn't in the game and he was right. Until today I had loved going tofootball practice and. Once out there, you then tell me to take off my corset and panties. This brings the humiliation back big time, but I follow your instructions and unclasp the corset, then wiggle out of the panties, freeing my cock to jump to attention! You then tell me to get up on the table on my hands an knees, and at this point I think I have a pretty good idea of whats about to happen!!! Once on the table, a guy walks around to where my head is, and slowly unzipping his pants, he pulls his cock out. Oh what. " I could never be happy if I didn't trust him."And," he hesitated. "And I might not have been as honest with her as I should have. She said that she couldn't have betrayed me because I never trusted her in the first place. In order for her to be faithful, I must have faith." And you believed that?" I scoffed.He chuckled. "I have less than twelve hours to figure that out myself." I should think the answer is simple. If you do not believe in such nonsense, don't marry her." Logic is simple,. (I wanted to wear a two-piece bikini, but, being the stern loving father he was, Daddy wouldn't allow it for what I think were obvious reasons.) Daddy was pleasuring himself to a picture of me! As the initial shock wore off, I started to feel a little, well, flattered that my father found me, his little girl, attractive enough to pleasure himself to. Now there are some people who would probably say at this point I should have been outraged that my father was looking at me in this way, but, the.