"Lindsay!" She squealed, pulling the girl into a tight hug. "Hi Ellie."Ellie pulled away and her eyes widened as she took in the view. Lindsay was squ...eezed into a skin-tight AC/DC tank top and her creamy cleavage seemed liable to escape at any moment. Looking back, Ellie noticed Jon looking as well. She blushed hard when she noticed this. So what if she didn't have massive boobs and didn't act too cool for school? "What are you doing at this rat hole?" Ellie asked, trying to pull herself. .. is so hot.”Well, I’ve got to tell you, it was a huge relief. Not only was she not being judgemental, but she even seemed to get into the idea - she asked for details, and once I got past the weirdness of talking about this kind of thing with my Mom, I told her. And once I started shopping to better fulfil my new role as a fuck toy, I showed her - she seemed enthralled by my collection of costumes, and even began to ask if she could borrow them.For sex with Dad, I assumed?One day, I’d. I don’t now remember what alerted me to Dad’s piqued interest. I suppose between my pride in my developing body, and his increased attentiveness and generosity, my intuition was that one might have been the genesis of the other. This all came to a head shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Mom was called away on business. By this time I had figured out the purpose of Mom’s cache of toys and had begun to accumulate toys of my own and to experiment with them. I masturbated regularly. That is to. "I sat back in my chair and took a calming breath. "Kissing always leads to more." Well, it doesn't have to," Ben argued. "Look, what if we promised to only kiss under your supervision?" Supervision? You expect me to watch you make out with my daughter?" I said, my voice rising."No, I just meant..." He looked to Zoey for help."Okay, yeah," she said. "Daddy, what if we had just one kiss, right here, in front of you? It's no big deal. And I promise not to kiss when we're alone. Isn't that fair?"I.