The sex has been fantastic, although I think her mind is still degrading, because we’ve gone from, “are your parents home,” to “is your wife h...ome,” to “is Mom home” and she keeps shouting, “Oh, Daddy,” which is kind of hot, except for when one of the neighbors called Child Protective Services.My question is, do my prudish neighbors and Child Protective Services have any grounds for removing my babykins from my care or incarcerating me?Yours wishing she really was sixteen but prepared to enjoy. I snapped back to professional therapist mode, chiding myself. But I couldn't seem to keep my mind from wandering into darker places. I started to fantasize about tearing off my top and rubbing my breasts against his oiled, naked skin. I felt myself getting wet but I continued the massage in a strictly professional manner, trying to keep my filthy thoughts hidden.While I was working his lower back I started to pick up on the subtle signals that you learn as a massage therapist. He kept lifting. But the girl’s were right to fear her. She was a fighter, a warrior to the core. There was memories of countless hours of training in solitude in her mind, and a distinct desire to reach a combative peak. That was interesting and all, but what really got Erik’s attention was the shroud he had become so accustomed to seeing. It was the part of her mind that she kept locked away, a place of secrets. Although Tina’s shroud was rather thin, there was quite a bit behind it. The first thing Erik went. If he has something he hates, list that."I want to get to know my soon-to-be-son and this will help me. Some day we are going back to the university for more tests. They have established a baseline. If we had a little chronicle and gave that to them before a test they might recognize something they wouldn't otherwise." You mean I could just be with him during the day and you wouldn't expect more of me? I've never had a chance like this before." Daytimes yes, nighttimes though, I want you with.