Before long, Daddy and I were back on the couch, necking, kissing, utterly lost in the sensations of each others touch of the exploration of our mouths, our bodies. “Yes, Daddy. Xxnx Particularly when people come at me from behind, I am often mistaken for a girl, maybe because, despite being a boy I actually have a shapely bottom that from behind definitely makes me look like I have a feminine figure. He was wearing one of those “puffy shirt” pirate blouses that has a scooping neckline, so when he hugged me he brought my face into his chest and his thick chest hair sort of tickled my face. He held my gaze. So, he got another glass and poured me some of his Scotch. They sort of treated me like a doll, dressing me up, playing with me. I had waited so long.
