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“I think perhaps you and another version of Penny would have to be in the same place at the same time for a swap to occur. The odds of that happening have to be at least a million to one, if not more. It has never happened to you before.”
“Can I come into bed with you?”
“Sure.” His cock leapt. “But...” He didn’t finish the sentence.
She lifted her head from his chest. “But?”
“My bed is for my wife to share, when she is not being little. If you prefer I can sit with you in your little girl room.”
“You mean I need to accept that we are married?”
“No. I am not putting you under any kind of pressure. It has to be entirely your choice, but be warned, if you come and snuggle with me in the double, I can’t promise to keep my hands off you and then I would consider you my wife.”
She was quiet in thought. He warned his cock to settle down. Things weren’t looking ‘up’ at the moment.
“I accept that because I could remain here forever. I-I’d like to live with you as your wife and learn more about the daddy/age-play dynamic you and she have.”
“You would?” He was stunned.
“Yeah, if that’s okay?” she asked softly.
“More than okay, you are Penny, and we are married.”
They settled under the duvet, her head resting on his shoulder.
“David?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“I confess, I have read a lot of Daddy books, they are my secret passion.”
“I’m not surprised,” he said, giving her a squeeze.
“Why not?” She sounded indignant.
“Penny began her research on the lifestyle in exactly the same way.”
“I wouldn’t describe my reading habits as research,” she said.
“No?”
“No!”
“Watch your tone, you’re in my space now and I’m not above spanking a sharp-tongued little wife.”
Her intake of breath made him grin into the darkness.
“David?”
“Yes-s.”
“How did an American come to be living in Britain?”
“I have dual passports. I was born here, my father was a lecturer at Oxford, but he died when I was three. He was knocked off his bike in thick fog on his way to work, and died three days later.”
“Oh, God, how awful, I am so sorry!” She snuggled in and hugged him.
“Thanks. To be honest, I don’t remember him. My mother took a job at the Savoy, in London. She spoke fluent French and German. Logan, my stepfather was over here on business, he fell for her, they married, and we moved over to the States where my two half-brothers were born and Dad adopted me.” He was silent as he recalled how happy and excited he had been to find himself living on a real ranch with a cowboy as his new father.
