.but yes, that’s you isn’t it?” She nodded, and lowered her eyes. I now realised what this was all about, and my anticipation increased, as did ...the rigidity of my cock, if that was at all possible. “And these needs of yours?” She nodded, and looked up, her eyes conveying the question she wanted me to answer. “Yes.” I said. I took her hands away from my cock, which had stopped moving as she faced the questions that would determine the rest of our relationship. “Yes, what?” she asked nervously.. Her mother thought we lookedcute and asked me what she should call me. I told her that my name wasSusan and that's what she called me for the rest of the day. When myfather came to collect me, he went mad and said I could never go roundthere to play again."But what's wrong with wearing a dress?" I asked."Dresses and skirts are for girls," he replied."But my friend Kenny wears skirts," I protested."Kenny's from Scotland and they're kilts," he replied.But I'm Terri now. I have a wardrobe full. Wicked, but determined. Maybe it was because I'd just gotten out of the military and missed the easy, random sex any woman can find there. Maybe it was because I wasn't a daddy's girl. Maybe it was because I just enjoyed sex and, in a small town, who better to fuck me regularly than my own daddy? I turned off the water and waited. And waited. It was nearly 11:00 when I decided to finish drying myself off and get dressed - when I finally heard it. A car door slammed. I quickly bent at the waist. " Doesn't really compete, then." I don't think so. If we could sell some of it, it would just expand our range."Anne said, "That's what I was thinking. Saul, how about a trip to San Francisco?"Saul wore his blue suit, Anne, a tan gabardine suit with a mid-thigh skirt. Her blouse was translucent white cotton that showed the dark tips of her breasts. It had short sleeves, a wide-bordered jewel neckline and ended in an elastic cuff at her waist. With her jacket buttoned, she was the essence of.