By Jon Eugene

“Daddy? Daddy? Where are you?” Lexi shouted as she came in the front door. “Alexander! Where are you?”

Alex came out of his bedroom, a thunderous expression on his face. “I was in my bedroom, young lady! Why are you shouting?”

“Oh, Daddy, look at my stockings! I have a run in them!”

He squatted down, his shorts riding up his legs, and looked at the offending stocking. “Hmm,” he muttered. Then he stood back up. “And just why are you wearing stockings to school? Shouldn’t you be wearing jeans with socks? Don’t your teachers have anything to say about how short your skirt is?” He stood towering over her, his arms crossed on his chest, looking her up and down, surveying the overall look she presented. With the little briefcase/purse slung over her shoulder, the neat, little jacket that covered the nearly sheer blouse she wore, coupled with the short skirt, stockings and heeled shoes she was wearing, she looked like an MBA coming home from a long day at work.

She took a quivering breath. “Gee, Papa, I thought you might like it that I’m dressing like a woman now, not a girl. My teachers seem to like it, too.” She grinned, “Especially the men!”

“I’ll bet,” he replied. “Are you teasing them? Just because you’re in college now, doesn’t mean that you can just tease them.”

“Oh, I don’t tease, Daddy. Only the boys get teased.” She smiled seductively. “What am I going to do about my hosiery?”

“You’ve run out of your mom’s old stuff, haven’t you, Alexandra?”

She nodded, but added, “Almost. There are some things I keep special for Joey ... and you.”

“Hmm. I know of a shop. Want to go shopping?” he said, knowing she was all girl and couldn’t resist shopping.

She bounced on her toes. “Could we, Papa, Daddy? Please?” She bounced and put her arms around his neck, her lips almost touching his ear. “Please?” she asked again, whispering.

“Sure. But I think you need to change into something that’s not so tight around your hips and legs. Something you can pull up so you can pull up the hosiery as you’re trying it on.”

“OK, Papa. Be right back,” she said, skipping to her room. He turned back into his bedroom. He changed out of his shorts into long pants and, like with the shorts, did not put on underwear first. He fumbled around in a drawer, quickly finding what he sought, and brought it back to the living room where he sat in his new chair.

Lexi came bouncing in, the material of her flouncy skirt bouncing with her; she hadn’t changed the blouse, and he could see her nipples as they tented the silky material. As she bounced the material of the skirt bounced with her, showing glimpses of her ass-baring panties. She stopped in front of him, twirled and asked, “This OK, Papa?”

“That will work, Lexi,” he replied, looking her up and down. “I think, however, I need to add something to your, um ... underthings.”

She looked at him with interest. “Like what, Papa, Daddy?”

She was within his reach and he pulled her to him so that she plopped into his lap. He hooked his finger into her underwear, pulling it down. She helped, lifting her butt one cheek at a time; the scanty panties stuck momentarily in her pussy, but eventually pulled out as he worked them down her legs and off one foot.

“I’m glad to see that you wear your panties over your garters,” he quipped.

“So much easier to get off when I need to,” she replied. The way they had worked together to get the panties off of her, she ended up with her legs across the chair, her butt hanging off one side.

“Spread your legs, Alexandra,” commanded her father.

She complied, curious as to what he would do. He did not keep her guessing for long, as he took a finger to her pussy and rubbed across her pudendum, spreading her nether lips as he did. With her thus spread, his other hand came in with the object for which he had searched and he inserted it into her wet pussy. Part of it stuck out, the bulbous end curling provocatively.

“OK, it’s almost ready,” he commented. “Now, let me up and bend over the chair.”

“Please don’t spank me, Papa!” she hissed. “I’ve been good, Daddy,” she complained, but did as he commanded. She scrambled off his lap and stood as he got up. She then bent over compliantly over the seat of the chair, her ass weaving unsteadily in the air, her head down into the cushion.

“I’m not going to spank you,” he said. “I just need to seat this thing in you properly.” He reached between her legs and took the loose end of the toy, turned it, then, spreading her ass cheeks, inserted it into her ass. She gasped and tried to stand, but his hand on her back kept her in place. He uttered a single word, “Stay,” and she again bent her head into the cushion.

He bent over and grasped her panties. He picked up her one foot and fitted the leg hole over the toe, then the high heel of the shoe, then gently pulled the panties up her legs. Once they were up to her hips, he made sure they held the toy in place and gave her permission to stand up again. She wriggled her panties into a more comfortable position, then turned to her father.

“Just what was that you put into me?” she asked, her fingers exploring the length of the object as it pressed into both her pussy and her rectum.

He didn’t look at her directly, but out of the corner of his eyes, his attention directed to the smart phone in his hand. “Oh, it’s just something to, uh ... distract you until you can properly concentrate.” His hand swiped at the screen of the phone.

As he did, she felt a sudden pulse, directly in her pussy! She squealed and bent over at the waist, both hands going to the front of her panties. “What was that?” she demanded.

“You ask too many questions,” he said sternly. “Now straighten up and get out into the car!” He swiped the phone again.

This time she straightened up, and put a hand against her ass. “Oh, Papa ... Daddy ... what are you doing to me?”

“You once asked me what your mother and I did with that little toy. This is what we did,” and he took another swipe at his phone’s screen.

Lexi jumped a little and a screech escaped her lips. “Oh, Papa, Daddy ... I can feel it! It’s vibrating in both places! How can I go shopping with them buzzing in me?” An angry buzz could be heard, even though the device was well-buried in her. One hand was pressing her pubic bone, the other pushing her ass. She knew better than to try to remove the buzzing little torture device.

Alex smiled. “I guess you’re going to have to figure that out, won’t you? You have to learn to concentrate through the distraction.” He took another swipe at his phone, turning down the buzz.

Lexi straightened up. “I think I can do it, if you don’t turn it up all the way again.” She started walking towards the door, only to quickly bend over again after a couple of steps.

“Concentrate, Alexandra. Concentrate!” He turned it down slightly and she straightened up and took a deep breath. Her face was flushed when she turned it to him.

“Please, Papa,” she pleaded, not sure exactly for what she was pleading. It didn’t hurt, but the vibrations were making her weak in the knees. “Please, Papa ... let’s go shopping. Please.” Her voice was quiet and he relented, turning the device to a very low hum, almost off.

She made it out to the car, and when Alex dropped into the driver’s seat, she asked him, “Where are we going, Papa?”

“You’ll see,” was all he’d say. She buckled in and settled back. As she did, Alex pulled out his phone and said, “This is the setting your mother liked best when we were in the car.” He made a couple of adjustments, and the vibrations in her pussy increased. The buzzing in her ass continued, but at a very low setting.

“Oh,” was all Lexi could say and she slid down a little in her seat, one hand pulling at her skirt, the other going into her panties to gently rub her clit.

“Like mother, like daughter,” sighed Alex as he started the car and moved out into traffic.

Lexi was in a dream-world as they drove, on the edge of an orgasm, but only on the edge. Alex kept some of his attention on her, adjusting the vibrations enough to keep her on edge, but not enough to let her go over the edge. Once, it looked as if Lexi were about to go over, and Alex reached out and took her hand from her now-very wet pussy, tsking as if to say “no-no.” Her hand did not go back into her panties, but she did squirm a bit, her eyes closed, her teeth clenched on her bottom lip. Her breathing was ragged and every so often she needed to take a deep, deep breath.

Eventually, she felt the vehicle stop. She opened her eyes on a very nondescript building. It looked like a home, complete with flowers in the front, but, as she looked around, she realized that they were in an industrial part of their little town, an area in which she had never ventured.

“We’re here,” proclaimed Alex needlessly. He turned down the buzz in her pussy a little, then slipped the phone into his pocket.

Lexi unsteadily got out of the car, leaning on the door with one arm, the other draped on the roof. She took a couple of deep, cleansing breaths.

“Oh, Papa ... Daddy ... why didn’t you let me cum?” she asked as she stood there.

“As I said,” he said, “I want you to learn to concentrate.” He came around to her side of the car and took her hand, closing the car’s door as she stepped away.

“This was your mother’s favorite store. She got all of her lingerie here,” Alex said as they climbed the steps into the shop. He held the door for her, and when she stepped over the threshold, she was surprised. There was no merchandise displayed! How could they sell anything if they didn’t have anything to display. She turned to Alex, disappointment clouding her face.

“Ah ... Mr. Alex. You have returned, finally!” came a voice seemingly from a distance, but was, in actuality, only across the large expanse of what, in a house in a more residential part of town, would have been the living room.

“Mr. Alex, please allow me to express my condolences on your loss. Ms. Grace was a rare treasure and the world is a sadder place without her.”

“Thank you, Andre. I know you loved her, too,” said Alex.

“Indeed, Mr. Alex, we all did,” came the reply from what appeared to be a woman, dressed in a conservative black skirt, heels and white blouse, but the voice was a bit deep to be feminine. After a brief pause, the voice continued. “Now, what can Andre’s do for you, after so long?”

“First, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Alexandra,” Alex said, giving Lexi a small push to stand in front of the woman/man. Lexi wasn’t sure. “We’re here to outfit her appropriately to a young woman who wants ... to find herself, shall we say?”

“Indeed,” he/she said, holding out his/her hand. “It is very nice to meet you, Miss Alexandra. If you will permit it, Andre’s will dress you for every occasion!”

Lexi was very confused and she hesitated. The buzzing in her nether regions suddenly increased, and she grasped the proffered hand and stumblingly said, “Ah, nice to meet you ... ah ... ah...”

“I see your confusion,” said the person. “Just call me Andre. Mr. or Ms. have no meaning for me. I am just ‘Andre.’”

The buzzing decreased. “Yes,” she said, unsure. “Andre,” she said, trying it out. “I need some new hosiery. Papa said you could take care of me.”

“Did he now?” said Andre, glancing over at Alex, who gave Andre a nod. “I think we can do better than just a couple of pairs of nylons, don’t you think, Mr. Alex?”

Alex continued to nod, then said, “Fix her up, Andre. We’re in your capable hands.”

“I see,” said Andre. “You know where everything is, Mr. Alex. Please make yourself comfortable while Ms. Alexandra and I go into the fitting room. I will send her out to model and for your approval, just as we did with Ms. Grace.”

“Thank you, Andre,” said Alex. “I knew coming here with Lexi was the right decision.” He turned and went to a cabinet and pulled out a bottle. “Just so you know, Lexi is in training at the moment. She may be a little distracted, so please be tolerant.”

Andre made a little bow. “Andre’s is the soul of discretion, as you well know, Mr. Alex. We take everything into consideration.”

Alex made an adjustment on the phone, making Lexi gasp and reel slightly, although this time she somehow managed to stay upright.

“Ah,” said Andre. “Just as with Ms. Grace. I’m certain Ms. Lexi will find advantages to being able to concentrate on her tasks!” With that, he/she gently took Lexi’s elbow and steered her to another part of the building. “Ms. Lexi,” he murmured, “let Andre be your guide.”

She shakily complied, weaving a little with the buzzing in her pussy and ass. Alex smiled and turned down the intensity, laid the phone down, and fixed himself a drink. He found a leather-bound chair that was turned to the area where Lexi and Andre had disappeared. It faced what was lit as if for a stage and Alex settled back, eagerly anticipating the show that Andre would have Lexi put on for her father.

Andre gently led Lexi down a short hallway and into a large room. There the merchandise that hadn’t been out in the main room was displayed. Life-like manikins were scattered around the room, adorned with the most scandalous of intimate apparel. Racks of the same clothes were arranged near the manikins on which the merchandise was displayed.

Cup-less bras were paired with crotchless panties, both having an abundance of lace along their edges. Teddies and silk rompers were displayed, as well as corsets and other body-shaping wear. If the male imagination could create it, it was there on display in that room. Mirrors were also scattered around the room, giving the model a view of herself from every conceivable angle, including from above and below.

Andre brought the dazed and compliant girl to the middle of the room and started unbuttoning the sheer blouse. “I’m so glad your father brought you in today,” he/she said. “Your mother loved shopping here, and I think your father enjoyed it just as much.” By this time, the blouse was fully unbuttoned, including the cuffs and Andre deftly moved around behind the bewildered girl, and pulled the blouse gently down her arms.

“Oh, to be so young again,” he/she sighed. “Your skin is perfect!” Andre declared, brushing his/her hands across Lexi’s shoulders and down her arms. “Oh, and your breasts are just right!” he/she said, cupping those breasts from behind. “No sag. Hmm. I think you’re a small ‘B,’ about 34 inches around, right?”

Lexi’s skin tingled from being touched so intimately and she just stared down at the hands gently supporting her tits. “Uh, my girlfriend measured me last week. I think I’m about 35 inches,” she whispered, so low that Andre leaned into her while at the same time pulling Lexi into him/her. Andre’s stomach came into contact with Lexi’s slim butt, and he/she could feel a little of the vibrations emanating from Lexi’s ass.

“Oh!” exclaimed Andre. “Now I understand what your father meant by you being a little distracted. I well remember the first time your mother came in with Mr. Alex with that thing buzzing in her pussy. She was so distracted I could have sent her out wearing nothing at all and she wouldn’t have known the difference!” Andre chuckled and stepped away from the girl. “But I promised your father! I shouldn’t allow myself to be distracted, either!”

Lexi looked back at her breasts that were no longer covered. Andre unbuttoned the top of the skirt and proceeded to unzip the little scrap of material. It fell to the floor, and, with Andre holding her hand, Lexi stepped out of the puddle of material. Lexi blushed, but managed to stay upright as another blast of vibrations pulsed in both of her nether cavities. She gulped, then the vibrations died away to almost nothing.

Andre’s eyebrows raised. “Oh, your father is just being cruel, isn’t he?” After stepping back to eye the girl critically, Andre reached into a drawer and produced a tape measure, pulled it out, then stepped up to Lexi.

With the vibrations momentarily at bay, Lexi managed to control her breathing, and with that measure of control being returned, her thoughts became less jumbled.

“Andre, please forgive me,” she hesitantly began as Andre reached around her and measured her rib cage just below the jutting of her breasts, “but I need to know: you look like a woman, but your voice is even deeper than my father’s. Are you a boy, or are you a girl?”

“From someone like you, I can easily forgive the question,” returned Andre, noting where his/her thumb was on the tape. “Your friend measured you very accurately: just under 35 inches around, but I still think you’re on the small side of a “B” cup, not that you need any support yet!

“In answer to your question, I’m both male and female.” At Lexi’s surprised snort, Andre continued. “Not many people actually know this, and your father is one of them, but I am what is called a ‘hermaphrodite.’ He knows because he is a friend from long ago and we have been through a lot of things together.”

“What’s a herm ... aphrodite? Is that what you said you are? I don’t know what that is,” said Lexi. Just then, she almost doubled over as a new blast of vibrations hit, more in her ass than in her pussy. By this time, her panties, having so little material to contain it, fairly dripped her secretions and a little drip coursed its way down the short distance between her pussy and the top of her stockings.

“Here, lean on me,” said Andre, concern in his voice. Lexi did lean on her a little as the hermaphrodite’s arms came around her to comfort her in her agony of pleasure. “I think Alex is having just a little too much fun. I may have to have a little talk with him!”

Andre held Lexi at arm’s length, the tape measure in one hand on Lexi’s shoulder. “You, my dear child, are all female, and your father is all male, but a hermaphrodite is a mixture of both. I have both male parts and female bits.”

With this, Andre reached down to touch Lexi’s panties where they barely covered her bare pudendum, her lips puffed with her arousal. “You see, child, that where you have a pussy, I have one, too!” Andre took Lexi’s hand and guided it until Lexi could feel the lips of Andre’s pussy, but at the same time she felt the hard tumescence of Andre’s cock.

“How ... how ... is that possible?”

“Just a freak of nature, my dear,” said Andre flippantly. “My plumbing goes through my cock, just like your Daddy’s, and I can produce some sperm because I have testicles. But I also have ovaries and suffer through my monthlies, just like you.”

While talking, Andre was measuring Lexi’s waist and hips. “Hmm,” murmured Andre. “A little on the thin side, aren’t you? Your waist is only about 20 inches, and your hips are nice at 34 inches.” Andre paused, thinking.

“If it makes it easier, since I prefer wearing women’s clothes, why don’t you just think of me as a woman, a friend of your mother. That way you won’t be too confused.” Abruptly, Andre changed the subject, saying, “I bet you have no problem buying a bikini right off the rack!” She chuckled, a delightful sound Lexi concluded.

Lexi giggled a little also. “No, but I’ve looked at some of the lingerie at the mall, but they don’t have anything this nice,” she said, fingering some fabric. Suddenly, Lexi stopped talking and took a deep breath. “I can’t figure when he’s going to hit me with another blast. It makes it hard to think.”

“I know, my dear,” said Andre. “But that’s why he’s doing it. He wants you to be able to concentrate on what’s important, even when your body is trying to distract you!” She looked at Lexi speculatively. “You know, it took your mother several visits to be able to learn. You’re doing much better than she did.”

Lexi took another deep breath, stood a little straighter and found she was looking down at Andre. There wasn’t much difference in their height, but enough that Lexi had to glance downward to look Andre in the eyes.

“Well,” said Andre, turning from the girl, “let’s see about getting you some decent underthings!” With that, she turned to one of the nearer racks, one containing a number of teddies in different colors. While sorting, Andre said over her shoulder, “What color do you like best, hmmm?”

There was a subtle change in the frequency of the humming emanating from Lexi. “Oh, my god,” she gasped, then, breathing deeply, replied, “I think red looks good on me, but, oh!” as another little blast hit her, “blue or green looks great with my hair color.”

Andre turned slightly, holding out a red teddy at arm’s length, eyeing it critically. “I think I’ll have to agree with you, my dear,” she said as she turned and selected another article. “Red may make you look a little washed out, and black most certainly will. Hmm. I think this shade of green will really work for you, at least in this.”

She held a very sheer teddy, with lace around the leg openings and lace around the top of the bodice. “Why don’t you try it on?”

“I don’t think that’s a very good idea,” replied Lexi. “I’m so wet, I’ll ruin it!”

“Nonsense!” exclaimed Andre. “It doesn’t matter, really. I always fit my girls perfectly, and whatever you try on, your daddy is buying.” She leaned towards Lexi and said in a conspiratorial whisper, “He’s already paid for whatever you like! Do you like this?”

As Lexi was nervously fingering the material, another, large, pulse hit her. “Oh!” she gasped, and started to bend at the waist and the knees. She remembered where she was and what was happening to her and straightened up, and looked at the material more closely. What she saw evidently pleased her, as she said in a hiss, “Yes! I do like it, and if Daddy’s paying for it, I’ll take it!”

Andre smiled. “Now, your daddy is going to expect you to model all your purchases before you leave, you know. Why don’t you just slip that on, while I find some stockings to go with it.”

Lexi looked around. “Where is the changing room?” she asked.

Andre looked a bit perplexed. “Why, you’re in it, my dear. Just drop your panties and step into that and when you’re done, I’ll make the final adjustments.”

“Here? In front of you and whoever comes through those curtains?”

“Of course. Don’t worry about anyone else, my dear,” said Andre. “No one will come in, except, maybe, your father. Andre’s is a very exclusive shop, and no one comes without an appointment. Rest assured that when you came through the doors, they locked behind you and I am the only one who can let someone else into the building. Now, get that on before your father gets impatient!”

Lexi hooked her thumbs into her miniscule panties and peeled the sodden nylon down her thighs and off her legs. She stood there, swaying for a moment as another, smaller blast of vibrations coursed through her pussy followed by vibrations in her ass. She then stepped into the leg holes of the teddy and brought the straps of the garment to her shoulders. As she finished, she noted that her breasts were not totally covered, and that her nipples showed, while some material seemed to be bunched just under her breasts. She started to pull the material up when her hand was stopped by another hand that came and lightly slapped at her fingers.

“Now, now!” said Andre. “None of that. That’s my job, and I wouldn’t be earning my commission if I let you do all the work!” She came around behind Lexi and pulled at the straps, adjusting the slides on the straps. As she worked, Lexi could feel the material moving up and over her breasts slightly, allowing the built-in cups to gently caress her skin. Her nipples, which were already hard and aching, felt the touch of the lace, sending little jolts of electricity through her nerves, straight to her clit, making it sing as the material was gently drawn up to rub her. She immediately felt the silk there taking and soaking in her pussy-juices, and she blushed, just as Andre came around in front of her.

Just then, a signal from the remote control in her father’s hands made a particularly strong in the vibrator, causing Lexi to almost collapse in Andre’s arms. She was gathered into the other’s strong arms and held there, half-sitting and half-standing, feeling the strong contractions in her pussy pull her into a long-awaited climax. She cried out, holding onto Andre. She heard Andre call out to her father, ordering him to “cool it!” The buzz immediately stopped.

Lexi took a shuddering breath. “Thank you,” she said, then said it again.

Andre looked at her with concern. “Are you going to be OK?” she asked. At Lexi’s nod, she continued. “Alex is in a mood today, isn’t he?” she cooed as she pushed lightly to get Lexi to stand on her own two feet. “What have you been doing that has him like this?” When Lexi was standing, Andre placed two stockings in her hands and led her to a chair on one side of the room.

“I’m not sure,” said Lexi as she sat and rolled the stocking in her hand. They were dark green with lots of lacy accents in the elastic band on the top of the stocking. Lexi drew one stocking up over her calf, then up her thigh as high as it would go, then snapped the top band lightly. She heard Andre sigh.

“Oh, if I knew then what I know now,” the woman said, and sighed again. She stood up a little straighter then said, “I think I know what ‘s going on with your father. Have you been raiding your mother’s collection very long?”

“Not very,” said Lexi as she pulled on the second stocking. “I have to admit, I was very naughty sneaking in there and rummaging through her drawers, but her clothes were always, I don’t know, sexy, and I wanted to be sexy for Joey.”

“Oh, and who’s Joey?”

“A friend. A boy.”

“So, a boyfriend?”

“Not really,” said Lexi, as she pulled on her shoes and stood on slightly wobbly feet. “I’ve known Joey forever and just wanted to be sexy for him.”

“I see,” said Andre. “Hmm. Don’t hook the stockings into your garter belt. They stay up by themselves.” Lexi stopped trying to clip the belt. “Feel the little nubs around the inside of the stocking tops?” continued Andre. At Lexi’s nod, Andre said, “Those are little silicon dots and they do two things: they lightly grip your skin and hold the stockings in place so you don’t need the garters. Some men like their women in stockings without the garter belt. The second thing is, they help you figure out what is the inside and the outside of the stocking!” Andre chuckled at that.

She reached over and turned Lexi towards the nearest mirror. “Yes, that color suits you very well,” she said. “But, this garter belt has to go! It doesn’t go with the teddy and just makes it lumpy!” Andre pulled down the straps of the teddy until the body of the garter belt was revealed, then unhooked the three hooks that held the contraption together. She pulled it off the girl, the garters hooking momentarily on the leg holes of the teddy, then snapping back to the garter belt as they came loose. Lexi pulled the garment back into place, smoothing it over her hips.

“You’re right!” she said excitedly. “That does look better!”

“You go and show your father while I find some more things for him to spend his money on!”

Lexi started to skip to the door, stumbled, then righted herself. Quietly, under her breath, she said, “Note to self: no skipping in high heels!” Andre laughed as she heard the girl’s comment, but Lexi was already out the door, showing Papa what he was buying.

When he saw his little girl, he was pleasantly surprised and he showed his approval by patting his knee, inviting her to sit on his lap. She stepped over to him and sat very carefully, the toy pushing further into her as she put her weight down. The tingles and vibrations coursed back and forth between her pussy and her rectum, keeping her on the edge of an orgasm, even as she slipped her arms around her father’s neck. She leaned in and proffered her lips to him.

He, for his part, leaned up and captured her lips, even as his fingers reached into the leg bands of the teddy, brushing her pussy, crammed as it was with the toy. He felt the vibrations, too, and, with the thumb of the hand that held the phone, swiped at the screen, sending the vibrations soaring to new heights. He pushed the toy into her pussy just a little bit further, and brushed her clit with his thumb.

That was all it took, and she was careening up to another climax, her scream muffled by his lips pressed to hers. His hand felt the gush of her girl-juices as they were expelled and soaked his hand and the cloth around it. He brushed her clit again and she jerked as if she had touched the end of a live electric wire. She moaned and collapsed against him, her mouth dragging off his lips as she sagged against his chest, her head lolling on his shoulder.

“Well,” he said, “that was fun! But, maybe you’ve had enough of this little experiment in concentration.”

“Oh, Papa, Daddy,” she gasped, “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“I know. But I think this is enough for now.”

“But I still need some more clothes, Daddy. I don’t think one outfit will be enough!” She raised herself to look him in the eye. “I want to have some things to tease Joey with!”

“Oh, I didn’t say you were done shopping,” he said with a grin, “just enough of this for a while.” With that, he gently pulled the toy out of her, first the part in her ass, then, with a little twist, the part in her pussy.