In such a manner, he would say no, of course, denying his own daughter of her ultimate sexual fantasy. I was about to use my own daughter as a sexual plaything, a task no mother should consider about her own daughter. This Venus of a girl was offering herself to me, and I was going to drink her ambrosia. “You were right about one thing”, she started, “things are going to be different here from now on”. Her tiny areolas almost invisible against the pale white skin, and the pink nipples that jutted outward. It chronicled in excruciating detail how she was developing, and how she started exploring her body, and finding out what she liked sexually. I felt the power conveyed in her words: She was giving herself completely to whatever fetishes I could imagine. Her tan lines were evident, around her chest and across her hips, where bikini lines showed signs of sunbathing. She paused, seemingly to organize her thoughts, “Marci and I have been planning for this day for months”.<Brittany’s Story>
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