I purchased an extensive property in a secluded part of a poorly populated state and set about building a retreat worthy of housing my dreams. It took... over a year for just the above ground work, and I was chomping at the bit by the time the lower levels were completed and my expansive new home was ready. I had lived in various places while waiting, working fervently on educating myself in the fields that would be necessary, diligent as a drone at my plan. It was with a sense of wonder at. The funny thing was she wasn't revolted. She didn't yell and scream at me. Instead, when she walked into her room and found me she just snickered. She smiled and sat on the bed beside me. I couldn't believe how calm she was being. I was half naked on her bed in my family's guest room masturbating with her underwear.She said she wanted to see it when I tried to cover up my erection. By now I was sitting up on her bed and was using my hands to cover up. I removed my hands and allowed my cock to. Starting to turn around, she felt him hold her still, his hands on her shoulders. ‘No, stay there and really look at yourself.’ ‘Why. I hate looking at my self. I know what I look like.’ ‘No you don’t. You think you do, but you don’t. The tape in your head is playing back the wrong picture, and you’re listening and believing. What I want you to do is see yourself as I see you, as you really are. I want you to see us in the mirror, see me as I really am, and not as some image that you have.’. “What…what is it?” he said.Stephanie grabbed his hand and peered up at him with her big blue eyes. “Sit down…Daddy.” she said.His brow cocked and he wondered about her new use of the term “Daddy”. “What happened to dad?” he asked as he say down.Stephanie smiled and shrugged. “I don’t know. Wanted to change it up I suppose?” she replied.“Hmmm.” he brow cocked again. “So what’s the question?” he inquired.Stephanie leaned twoards him. “Well…I know Daddy.” she said sweetly.“You know what?” he shook.