Bred My Mind Controlled Daughter

My beautiful, voluptuous 18-year-old daughter, Ashley, was a sight to behold.

Standing at just 5'3" she was small, but athletic. She had the cutest smile, freckles all over and long, red hair to round it all out.

I knew I shouldn't be having thoughts about her. She was my daughter, after all, but ever since she'd come of age, something had changed.

Not just with me, but with her.