It's troubling as a parent that my daughter loves sausages so much. Ever since she was little, she's needed sausages at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I can't very well tell my teenage daughter to stop eating sausages—I myself devoured them endlessly when I was young. I don't remember how many I ate, but there were so many types: short ones, long ones. I suspect my daughter prefers the long ones too, so in that way, we're alike. But there are differences. Her appearance, for one. She has a petite, cute face, and her body has matured—her big tits are downright sexy. And there's something unusual about the way she eats sausages: she gets turned on when her head is held down. In fact, she's already surpassed me in sausage count. It's frightening, even though she's my own daughter. I can only wonder how many more she'll go on to eat...