No performance pressure in that, is there?Since the ivory prick was still firmly ensconced in her love canal, I figure I would begin by concentrating ...on her breasts. Like many red heads, her nipples were a bright pink rather than the more brownish colors found on darker-haired women. I tweaked and twisted while I listened to her pant and moan.Once those pink nipples were standing fully at attention, I took one of them into my mouth and suckled for just a moment. Her gasp and moan of pleasure. “You see why I am so sure that I will never be daddy number one, nor even equal daddy. I will always be sucking hind titty because you can simply out spend me. This is a waste of time. I should never have come up here. You two are liars. I’ll be leaving now. You and my ex have a nice life, yuh hear!” I said.I didn’t exactly storm out, well I was in a wheelchair, but I did almost knock Abigail down who’d finally brought the baby out of the back room to meet me. I didn’t even look at him as I. She would look up, and see me, and kinda cover herself, but, not very convincingly, always giggling about it.She carried on doing that for the next two years, always when her and I were home alone, or she knew mom wasn't looking. She got a boyfriend and it got even worse, she would make sure that if we were alone, that she went “commando” and sat with loose shorts, facing me, always kinda watching my eyes to see where they would wander to. He was not the best boyfriend in the world, to say the. She said "Honey lets adjust the straps, now turn around". She asked me if I like it and if the fit was ok. I told her I think so and she said "I found a dress that might work for you. She came back with the dress and helped me into it. I was a black cocktail dress with a flared skirt. I loved it and she told me it looked great on me. She said I should wear black lingerie with it though and not the white set I was wearing. She said she would be right back. She came back with a sheer lace bra and.