Though it was a quick flash which lasted less than a second, I saw it. I saw her slit, separatingtwo symmetrical puffy lips of cunt which rubbed again...st each other on the next step she took,showing me a flicker of her pink inner flesh for a split second before that sight was stolenfrom my eyes again by the nightgown which dropped back down to cover her crotch. But inmy mind, the image was permanently carved, and for a long time, I was going to keep replaying it.“No,I don’t mind,” I replied her. As Karen had said, yesterday was yesterday. Today was a new day and Linda Jefferies found that she was far more sure of herself today than on her first attempt at seducing her father. Today she had no doubts as to the outcome of her efforts. At least no more than a bit of nervousness.She found her father sitting beside a small camp-fire, nursing a cup of coffee. Apparently at least two others were up, because of the two empty cups on the ground near the blaze. She knew one of them was Bret, but. But it was more than that, Ryan had left school back in 3rd grade. He'd forgotten how to interact with other kids. He had missed so much of his childhood and had dealt with so much, that in a lot of ways she was more mature, and yet still more immature, than her peers. Then she was still dealing with her frustrations of having to dress like a girl and the fear that someone might find out, with that on top of the fact that she felt utterly stupid in her seventh grade classes.How in the hell was. Personality-wise, she was vivacious, confident, and naturally sexy. Overall, she was just the cutest damn thing in the whole world.How I had gotten so lucky as to get her to marry me was a mystery. Sure, I guess some considered me attractive. I was moderately in shape and, though I didn't have a lot of money, I had no problem with anything Brooke wanted us to do.For example, just the day before, we had gone to dinner and a play. The stupid play was so fucking boring, but I didn't give a shit..