I was not bad looking myself. My boobs had filled out to be quite full, but there was no hint of sagging. It took a 38D bra to contain them, but I was happy with my body. Like my Dad, I had acquired a few extra pounds, but it had distributed itself to most of the right places. My tummy could use some slimming maybe, but the curve of my hips made it seem like it was supposed to be that shape. Even at 5'6" and 130 pounds, I wasn’t uncomfortable with my size. Now if I could only get my Dad to acknowledge that his daughter was a good-looking woman.
My mind drifted back to my fantasy. In this one, though, my lover had a face, which was new. I could clearly visualize that it was my Dad that was touching me, feeling me, pleasuring me, and loving me. The lewd thoughts raced through my head, and I
