Then I let you up as I place the towel aside, and you sit on my lap as we kiss once again."Did my little girl enjoy her treat?" I ask."Oh yes Daddy th...ank you so much, you make me feel so goooooood. But what's this I feel?"In this position you start to feel my stiffening arousal against your leg, though still trapped in my pants. You slide off my lap, kneeling in front of me. You unzip my pants, and lift my hips, allowing you to pull my pants and boxers off, releasing my swollen, throbbing. Nancy and I met our sophomore year and had been dating for over a year. We had been fucking each other for about 6 months when we found ourselves in the basement rec room with two friends of ours playing video games. The two boys were engaged in a game sitting on the floor in front of the set. Nancy and I were on the couch directly behind them. They would have to turn all the way around to see us, so of course we started making out. Nancy was a great kisser and loved to be touched. I had. ' Artists and museum patrons. She said you can tell them apart by the haircuts ... some of the patrons will be sporting bush shirts." I laughed."Another bunch of phonies. We could sell them those two." I waved at the wall. We'd brought the Fred Williams and the Max Dupain that had been on the station in Mitchell back east with us. Dad kept the Nolan at home. [see "Gordy's Problem"]"Not if you value your life! A gouache and a photo. They're our only real works of art." I was kidding. And. " Hewiped a years out of his eyes. "I sat there eating in front of them.They never even noticed that I was a girl. They discussed theirbusiness, and left. My first request is dont change me back. I can likethis form you gave me."She nodded but warned, "If I don't change you, then this may stick. Ifit's what you want, so what else do you want?" Sarafine asked.Richard thought for a second on how to discuss his feelings. "There areseveral reasons and a big one that I dont want to change. My.