Fantasies over the years

When I was younger, I masturbate to fantasies of girls I knew from school, mostly. In 5th and 6th grade is when I first specifically remember thinking of girl's bodies when I jerked off. Nice tits were kind of rare at that age, but a couple girls had them. Junior High more girls had nice bodies, so more choice. Also it's when I started having oral sex with a girl I knew, a few years older. I still liked thinking about what I'd do with girls from school, or on TV...I had a thing for Pam Dawber, lol- maybe a carry-over on the small tits thing. My older sister was a serious athlete (think Olympics) and she had been the girl who introduced me to giving/receiving oral sex, but we never fucked, so I fantasized about that a lot 'till I was about 16 and her training forced her to live far away. I have a younger sister who entered my fantasies at that time, I wanted her to replace the sex I was missing, but also to fuck her, not just oral. She was the same age as the first girls I had masturbated to, and for most of the summer that my older sister moved away, taking my little sister's virginity remained a fantasy, though by then I had convinced her to do oral by using my older sister as an example. We realized it was to be kept secret, but not how taboo it was. Fantasies in my late teens were similar: girls I knew, add threesomes to the mix. I had fantasies of having different girls as sex slaves, and of being their sex slave. I was/am basically attracted to a girl's body, if I find it attractive, I want to have sex. A physical thing, objectifying her body for my pleasure/use. I love giving pleasure at least as much, sometimes more. My early sex experiences and because I objectify women as sex objects (it's a dual thing- it's that way physically, but emotionally and intellectually I deeply love, care for and respect the women in my life...but physically...). It could have been predicted, but when my daughter started becoming physically attractive, my thoughts turned to her body when I masturbated. She learned that I loved her more than life itself, wanted to protect her from all harm, cherished every moment with her, was amazed at her quick wit, compassion, generosity and humor. She learned that I respected her integrity, honesty and creativity, trusted her judgement. She learned that I wanted her to challenge herself, to explore and challenge her boundaries, and that I would be there for her if she fell short, or to cheer her on. She attracted a lot of attention, physically, once she began to develop, and I wanted her to learn to be comfortable in her body, not ashamed or scared. I like seeing an attractive figure, and she learned what flattered her body, what I liked her to wear so I could admire her physique. She was then a little on the skinny side, but toned with long legs, flat stomach and well defined muscles. It seemed like her breasts came overnight- a visit from the Boobie Fairy. Her chest appeared larger, perhaps, then the A-cup bras would indicate: they seemed very prominent because they were high up on her chest, not pointy, exactly, but firm and very perky. She was proud of her body and the attention and approval she received. She knew, and I had always emphasized, that I loved her, her Aunt and grandparents, all loved her for her beautiful soul. I was continually impressed by her brave curiosity, open-mindedness and the love that just glowed around her. My younger sister was particularly close with my daughter, and I relied heavily on her for much of the "girl stuff". My daughter and I were unusually close, open, not shy and honest with one another: talking about our feelings, emotions, fears, dreams, anxieties, bodies, curiosities and sex were routine, but my sister could give her the female point of view and advice. My daughter, Sophie, spent overnights or weekends at my sister's frequently, and one Sunday afternoon my sister texted that she had a surprise for me, that I was going to love it. I loved it. A big bag and a couple boxes from Victoria's Secret. I'd wanted to let Sophie start wearing more appealing underwear, but had pushed the thoughts to the back burner, thinking that she'd outgrow anything too quickly. Really, though, her breasts rushed to become a-cups, and had stayed that way about a year, almost, so she might get some use out of the gifts. Sophie unpacked the boxes and bag, and it was a challenge. I had fantasized about getting her snme lingerie, and I had a pretty specific image in my mind of her modeling lingerie for me while I masturbated. When she came out wearing a demi-cup push-up bra, I couldn't hold back any longer- I would tell her to kneel down, to push her tits together for my cum.