My wife Janice and I fought for custody, but she won out, and I spent little time with Arianna over the next few years. I was bitter about that, but d...istance and my job and my ex-wife’s distaste for me made it difficult to see my daughter.Arianna had recently divorced and moved back to live in Miami, where I call home. At twenty-seven, she held down a great job at a tech firm and visited me regularly since her return.Maybe it was the way we spent little time together while she grew up. Maybe I. ‘Morning Bill’‘Morning Jenny’‘Mind if I come in’?‘No, I’d like that Jenny’ Jenny came in and sat on the edge of my bed as she had done the night before. She ruffled my hair, placed her hand gently on the side of my face and kissed me on the tip of my nose. I could detect an odour from her that was new to me and strangely arousing. ‘Did you like what we did last night Bill’?‘Yes Jenny it was amazing. You didn’t say anything to s*s did you’?‘No of course not, I said I wouldn’t’‘Thanks Jenny, she. This had been my best buy while away at Uni, keeping me amused for hours.Laying on my bed I began to stroke myself with my left hand, running my finger the length of my pussy, hovering briefly at my clit then repeated the process, while the other hand busied itself on my right nipple. I had a reasonable pair of breasts, not overly large, but pert and firm, with large dark nipples. I didn’t shave, but kept my pussy trimmed short.It wasn’t long before my fingers had me wriggling about and I could. Later, when we were all reading, she asked me to come and talk to her, "Ihave no problem with what you are doing, but others might. I'm going tohave to talk to the principal and your parents about this. I need to knowwhat I must do and can do." Please just talk to my mother," I begged."I promise I will start that way. Eventually your father might need toknow. Your mother will decide when."A week later I was told that I could wear girls clothes to school,including skirts, and that I would be.