..”“Yeah, Uncle Markus told me the same thing already,” she says interrupting. That is old news, things she already knows. She craves new knowle...dge and this new revelation intrigues her. “Is that why Mom has been treating me differently?”With a deep sigh he says, “Yes.” He has seen it, but it has been something that he has denied to himself to the point of not believing it, until recently. “She always intended this for you, but when you were older.”“But why then? Why not now?” Jasmine asks,. Now back to the story. I am a fairly attractive guy, 38, workout a lot, and keep my dress code up to date. I hangout a lot at my local coffee shop but had never been approached by any of the girls until that one fateful day. I had been sitting around drinking my coffee and surfing on my phone when i decided to go out for a cigarette. I never saw her get up and follow me but as i turned around there she was. "Can i get a smoke from you?" was her first words to me. "i don't know" i said. Taking a bite and setting down the implement while thefood was chewed. All the while we carried on a "pleasant conversation."I was reminded to sit straight and to never use the back of the chair torest against, hands on lap when not using silverware to get the nextbite of food. I never knew there was so much to know about eating. Momraised her wine glass and Rebecca and I followed her lead.The meal was light considering the restriction of the corsets, and itwas an enjoyable experience. We. My hands reaching up to your wrists, holding on for dear life as you pulverize me. You lean forward as your hips slam harder and harder; retribution for me and pleasure for you after the morning tease I supplied. You lean us forward, hands gripping tighter on me, pushing up my shirt as my tits hang and swinging with every thrust. You turn my head so we can both look up into the mirror as watch as I give myself to Daddy, and you take your Baby Girl. My glasses slipping just slightly down my nose.