My Daddy is my Mommy
Hello my name is Sally. I am 12 years old and I love my Daddy to bits. He is so kind and does his best looking after a little girl whose mommy had died a year ago. The trouble is he doesn’t really know how I like to feel feminine – all my nighties are flannel and my panties are white cotton ones, though they do have a rosebud in the front! My skirts are much longer than my friends and my blouses are very plain. He seems not to have noticed that my breasts are growing – they are not very round but are very pointy like volcanoes with large dark brown nipples. They are so sensitive and excite me when I stroke them – so I need to wear a bra to stop …