That, she decided, was a rare feeling for a man to engender in her, who was so self-sufficient.Now, standing above the seething cauldron of the sea wh...ere it battered the headland, she strained her eyes to the northeast, willing his sail to appear. Something within her craved the sanctuary of his arms and she blushed at the warm feeling conjured by imagining it. Nicodemus stood a little way off, frowning. He hailed her."He'll not come in this. He'll heave-to and ride it out with sea room. He'll. I’m thirteen,” she said.“So you’re calling me daddy and him daddy too?” I said. I wasn’t sure how I was feeling about that. My soon to be ex had seemed to indicate that I was going to be cut out of the daddy category, but maybe so far, at least, not.“Yes, but . . .” she said.“But?” I said.“Momma says I’m supposed to call you uncle, but I can’t daddy. I mean, I know that daddy Ron is my real daddy, but so are you aren’t you?” she said. She was being so earnest that in any other situation it. After we had finished fucking, if she wanted more she would just scoop the results from her used pussy and lick her fingers and do the same to me and I would rise to the occasion. The more we played out this fantasy the wilder she would get, we would be at a restaurant eating and she would whisper in my ear, who here would you like to watch me fuck. When we would get home she would ask whom I had picked and what he would do to her. As I told her she would slowly undress and play with herself. . No more fishing or playing golf on the weekends for me I reckon.At the end of my little girl time, I was again given a party. That morning my wife dressed me in a white padded bra and matching panties; pantihose; a short pleated black skirt; a lavender, pull over, sleeveless, turtle neck, knit blouse; and loafers with a one inch heel. My hair was curled at the ends and I wore a lavender head band holding most of my hair back but giving me a nice set of bangs. My make-up progressed to include.