“...you can be... that little girl... free from worry... free from stress. That little girl... who knows... her daddy will always... take care of her... who knows... her daddy will always... nurture her... who knows... her daddy will always... protect her... take care of... all her needs... will always love her... No matter what happens... with your friends... or with your mother... daddy will always... be here... asian for you. You’re my little girl...Chani... I love you... more than anything... in the world... just as you love... your daddy. ” Exhausted by her outburst and coxed along with my gentle tone, Chani’s eyes had closed, and her breathing was slow and deep. Most people would assume her to be asleep, but I knew there was still a part of her mind listening to my words; and so I continued once more, almost in a amateur whisper: “Chani... Listen to me now, Chani. You are a strong woman, capable of accomplishing anything. You are intelligent and resourceful. I know this because I have watched you grow since the day you were born, and as such I know, and now you too can know, that no matter what comes you will always have the strength to overcome, to succeed. And if the stress is building up and you feel like it might be too much know this: You will always be my little girl, and I will always be here to make you feel safe and secure. To love you completely. To take care of all your needs. When it’s time to work, Chani, you are that strong, powerful, intelligent, resourceful woman, and when it’s time to play, Chani, you are my carefree little girl.” Chani now seemed to be deeply asleep, so I kissed her forehead and carried her to her bed. Leaving her sleeping, I returned to the kitchen to continue dinner preparations. About an hour later my mature wife, Marsha, arrived home. She talked about her day for a few minutes then inquired where our daughter was. I informed my her that Chani had a stressful day and was taking a nap, but since it was almost time for dinner perhaps she might go and wake her. “Is she coming?” I asked as my wife returned to the kitchen alone a little while later. “Yeah, she said she was going to change out of her school clothes real quick and be right out.” My wife and I finished setting the table and were just about to start when Chani came bounding japanese into the room. Apparently, the nap had done her some good. “Hi, mommy.” She smiled, with a level of exuberance beyond her norm, “Hi daddy!” as masturbating she skipped over and gave me a big hug. “Well, thanks, sweetheart. What was that for?” as it did seem a bit out of character. “Nothin’ I just love my daddy!” It was at this moment that I noticed two more oddities, in addition to her cheerfulness that is. First was that her hair was tied up in pigtails. It was charming mind you, but I hadn’t seen pigtails on my daughter in years. Secondly, and accentuated by her bouncing and bubbly movements, was her apparent lack of a bra. Now I have no idea what size bra my only child wears. I’ve just always left those sorts of things to the woman of the house, but I would guess she’s probably a large C or small D-cup, not particularly conspicuous for a high schooler, but bigger than average for her age, and prominent on her diminutive frame. After what was, hopefully, only a split second I realized that I was now staring at Chani’s breasts and I quickly averted my eyes. The rest of dinner and the rest of the evening continued in much the same manner. When Chani finally went to bed, she asked me to tuck her in and kiss her goodnight, something I hadn’t done in years. As my wife and I were, ourselves, preparing for bed, she commented on Chani’s unusual behavior. “What was up with Chani tonight? She was acting like a little kid.” By the way we’re John and Sandra.” And I did. Sort of the opposite of his bothersome dad, he was a shy kid of few words. “CLARK! I like the personal touch! Still, we had our work cut out for us. “The Pallid Mask” she gasped, then died. “No Jan its the most incredible feeling i have ever had, it pinched at bit the first time but its all good now. Fuck. I hadn’t packed it so Jon must have put it in the bags afterwards. “Yes, you are!” she growled. We kept getting distracted working on it. Me and my Priestesses will go back with you in chains while the rest of the japanese women in my domain remain free until after Arisia is defeated. “Kandy Kush, Lemon Sherbet, Purple Kush, Lemon Kush, Mango Kush, Green Crack, Blue Dream, Durban Poison, Gorilla Glue #4, True mature OG, Super Skunk,” He pulls out a few different nugs as he continues to list of different strands. I went outside and tagged Lorraine in, then went into the barn to meet Betty. "Thank you Sarah. 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