He told her Daddy isn't feeling very well but he would be out as soon as he felt better. Polly did as she was told but she was a little frightened. ...After dinner that night, before Polly went to bed, both her parents told her she was a big girl now and would have to take a bath or shower by herself. Daddy would help with the faucets to get the water started, but after that, she would be on her own. The closeness to her father was never the same and she missed the time they shared together. I had decorated it all my life, giving my utmost care to design each and every aspect of it.Now, I am being carried to the same room where I found the girl in me and started my transformation into one. I am going to be deflowered at the very bed where I masturbate all night thinking about the moment that is arriving so rapidly.He entered the room and walked inside with me still in his arms. I was like a small chick frightened by the thunderous rain afraid, wet and seeking warmth. As if its true. “No” I replied, “no thank you, Connie…. But may I see my wife, please?”“Of course you can, silly” Connie said, “But I imagine that she’s still sleeping. She had a bit of a rough night and I’d hate to disturb her.”Those last words, ‘bit of a rough night,’ made me even more curious since I saw all of the cars the night before.“I’m sure” I said, “But if it’s all the same to you, I’d like to peek my head in and check on her…. That is, if you don’t mind.”“Certainly, Bob” Connie answered. “Please. The way he pulled me into his arms, to have his lips on my lips a tender one kiss that reminded me of how my father used to kiss my forehead before going to sleep. That kiss that instantly makes u forget how much your hurting on the inside. His hand trails to the back of my back. His touch soft like a c***d's blanket. In him I have found a companion, he knows me like the back of his hand. It seems like it was just yesterday that he was sitting down at the old coffee shop in the city sipping his.