" Yes," he said with a smile. "I can see your stuff. How much has it grown?" I don't know," I lied. "Some. Everything grew." Does it get hard?"I nodde...d."Have you used it, boned a girl?"I shook my head and blushed."Nothing to be ashamed of. Perfectly normal." Sometime it just get s hard, you know, for no reason, in class, even in church." You'll get over that. Do you play with it?"I nodded.'That's OK too, that's normal, healthy. But sex is even healthier." He looked at my form. "Hm, you're. Bright and early the next morning I was up and headed to Tom's house. His door was unlocked and I went in. He was still asleep as I climbed into his bed. Moving quietly so not to wake him I pulled the sheets over me. Laying next to him I couldn't resist the urge to feel his dick. As I held it in my hand, it started to stiffen. It felt soft and almost rubbery as I squeezed it. I could hear him breathing quicker as I moved my hand up and down it. Tom opened his eyes and said, now that's a great. If you won't fuck me, will you just use my toy on me sometime? I need someone else to touch me." Sometime."Then, at dinner, she said, "I read this really hot story on the Internet about how a daughter seduced her father. You ought to read it. They liked it a lot." I have. That's where I worked up my resistance so that I wouldn't make that mistake with you." Oh. I hoped it would make you want to." Love, it isn't that I don't want to. In the stories, they never go to jail. In the newspaper, child. But I don’t, keeping a few inches distance from her as we walk. I know what happened last night, and I know she’ll come back to me for more. We get breakfast and start wandering through the best part of the island to shop for clothes. Chanel finds --and models for me, much to her amusement-- two new bikinis. I make her try on a white long sleeved rashguard as well. It’s skin tight, and with her long wavy hair draped around her shoulders, she’s every surfer’s dream. I grab her items, a new pair.