I was so eager because I need Him so much. I can be so greedy. He tells me I should control that, and I do, sometimes. Not always. Now I was fingering... myself inside my short skirt. I never wore panties when I visited my loving father. I wanted to taste my Daddy. I struggled to pull His trousers down and off.Oh, it was nice. His prick gets so rigid, curving out from His shaved balls. I think I make Him harder than He’s ever been. I just bet I do. It was stiff and the mushroom tip was getting. . your gaze is downcast, you're obviously a submissive. Submissives are usually younger.” “I'm twenty-three. I was turned when I had just turned twenty-one,” I told him, almost embarrassed he had managed to figure me out so quickly. “Awwh!” He clasped his hands together, laughing. “Twenty-three! You're still a baby.” I rolled my eyes, this was the general reaction, only less admiring. To most I was seen as a burden. “Well how old are you?” I questioned. “One-hundred and fourteen,” he said. I was hundreds of feet in the air, but I slowly began to return towards the ground. Looking and searching, would I spot him? I closed my eyes to see the image of the person. I got the shock of my life when it turned out, not to be a man, but a woman, but my god she was so beautiful. She was standing close to a red car, writing in a notebook. I floated back up and searched for the car. There were about a dozen but I soon found the correct one and the woman in my vision. People were clapping. " She held up the torn cloth and showed me a fine, high breast in doing so."Can be mended," I told her, pushing back some of the tousled hair falling across her face. She shook her head and tossed it back where it was."Kin y'sew?" she demanded, looking about as if expecting a crowd to gather any minute."Some," I told her, "like any soldier." You don' look like no soldier. What regiment?" she demanded."Hush," I said. "I'm in t'other army, Washington's." Lord a'mighty," she said. "You ain't!"I.