" And am I... sexy?" Of course you are," I said lightly, trying to laugh it off. "You're a hottie! If you weren't my daughter, I'd..." I caught myself... and stumbled to a halt."You'd what?" Lucy asked, the tears stopped, her eyes fixed on mine. I shook my head, not trusting myself to answer. Instead, she tiled her head slightly to one side. "You thought I was sexy when we played that game, didn't you, daddy?"I nodded mutely. This conversation was moving into dangerous waters, and there was a. Once she realized it was me she put it on speaker mode. So I could hear her breathing hard like she was running a race. I could also hear the slapping noise made from those heavy black balls hitting her ass.I told her that the painters were doing a good job. I heard both black bastards laughing, as my sexy wife replied that it sounded like they were…I warned her I would be home in just few minutes and wanted to watch both painters finish their good job and thank them in person.I had to shut the. I really felt good but was in dilama. Same kind of thing happened to me a few months ago but I escaped from that guy but this time I am not feeling like that. At one stage without my knowledge I creased his hand with my little finger. But my stop will reach in 2 min. he grabbed my hand by merging our fingers and stood. I was in no mood to get down but have to. I slipped my hand from his hand and stepped down. The whole day I thought about that young man. I thing I am in love with a guy. I felt. The girl-child was named Mikko and she eventually became a grown woman of exceptional beauty and hidden intellect. She was the first in a long line of "Mikkos" that would pass on the superior gifts of perfection from generation to generation. Any mere mortal that was fortunate enough to enter into her core discovered the joys of her unique physical perfection and they were never happy with ordinary females after that exposure to her generous satisfaction. They often dreamed of a repeat.