The shout from her loud shrill voice almost pierced my eardrums. I got up and closed the lounge door. Another mother and daughter row! A few minutes later silence descended followed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs. It was my wife. The door burst open and she stepped in. “Do you know what your step-daughter has done now?”I raised my eyes to the heavens. “What?”“Only gone and had more body piercings?”“On her navel?”“No, down there.”“Down where?”“Down there!” she said pointing to her groin.“Oh!” I shrugged. “Well she is eighteen and it is her body. What’s it to do with us anyway?”She glared at me, Lefkoşa Escort muttered something about me being useless and then stormed out of the house.A few minutes later Amy appeared looking sheepishly at me. “Sorry dad,” she said as she sat down next to me,“No need to say sorry to me,” I responded as I hugged her. “It’s your body and I suppose it is the in thing these days. I will say this though, be careful, people can get infections from them.”“They were professionally done, dad,” she told me. “And it was a woman who did the piercings.”I felt easier.“Have Girne Escort you ever seen genital piercings dad?”I shook my head. “Only on a website. I came across a discussion about them on a forum last week and so I googled it.”She smiled.“What do you think of them?”I shrugged. I knew what I felt about them but I had no intention my telling my daughter.“You must have an opinion on them, dad?”I smiled.“You like them don’t you?” she said. “I’ve seen men’s reactions. I know just how much they like them.”“I think we should change the subject,” I told her.She ignored Magosa Escort me. “Would you like to see mine?”“Amy, I’m your dad!” I responded as she stood up.“You’re not my biological father. He fucked off when I was five!”She stood in front of me and I found my eyes looking at her groin area covered by her blue denim jeans. She was slim as well as very pretty. My mind wandered. Suddenly her fingers started fiddling with her button. I couldn’t move. I just sat there in a zombie-like state as her jeans opened out and were pushed down her thighs.She wore black, lacy, see-through panties and I could see the studs. My jaw dropped as she stepped out of her jeans and then pushed her panties down. I sighed; she had no pubic hair at all.“Amy you’d better get dressed,” I croaked.She smiled and put her hands on her hips. “The labia ones are diamante and from boyfriends,” she told me.‘Boyfriends,’ I noted.