As big as I was I was relatively small compared to my dad. His arms were the size of my legs and my legs were big and muscular.I had just finished my... three pair of shoes—black and cordovan loafers and black dress shoes—when my little sister Carole asked if I would help her do hers. She was the youngest at eight and I remembered trying to shine mine at her age so I smiled and opened my arms for a big hug and kiss. Then I held the shoes while she tried to apply the polish, getting more on me. At first just a blow job, but by the 4thdisc we were getting to watch Victor bend Agnes over the back of thecouch and fuck her.Another month passed and while watching home made videos of my fantasygirl fucking every guy that was here before was certainly odd, I figuredthat everything else had returned to normal. That was until Oscar sat medown and brought up that day with Hugo. He said it concerned him that Ihad this secret fantasy and that he never noticed it before. I tried toexplain but. Zax thought. He did not simply "saw" them as the words implied. His utilization of the soul was two levels higher than Masela's best and Clergyman's current outer mind. As Zax saw them they were no better than hyperactive snails, which were still snails."Ninety nine tile, forty two tile, seventh tile, eleventh tile, tenth tile..." Wherever Masela and Clergyman stepped, Zax outer mind already was there. The ring had one hundred tiles and by reading their smallest gestures Zax could predict where. School was out and Cynthia was away on a trip with friends, Vickie, (Victoria), Alicia, Calandria and Portia were going to camp. I was going to be home alone, this was going to be the time I am going to be fucked by my father. I took a few days to get ready. I needed to choose the right clothes and pick the right kind of day. I ended up wearing a wraparound skirt, panties, but no shoes or stockings. I wore a blouse with a velcro fastener. Under that I wore a bra that closed in front. From.