Petersen,” she then said in her best baby talk, “I think you’re staring at my panties, shame on you!!!” “Uh, oh no,” he stammered, “I wa... just, you know, rubbing your leg, does it feel better now,” he asked huskily!?! “Now, now,” she replied, “you know you were staring, what color am I wearing, white, blue, or pink, you know the answer, tell me now!?!” “I-I don’t know,” he said as his voice trailed off!!”Mr. Petersen,”she said in a scolding little girl voice, “you know it’s wrong to lie, and. She was beautiful, at 5"7' and with a head, unlike that of her ageig father, full of dark healthy hair. Her face was extremely friendly, and although it was only with academic paternal interest, I noticed that she had an incredibly well-proportioned body. She was in college, living just a couple of blocks away at her own apartment. This was basically a formality that we had insisted upon - my girl had wanted to finish her college at home, but my wife and I held out that she needed to learn to. He stepped out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom. The two women were waiting for him in bed. Strong Georgia looked at him with desire while gentle Debbie looked at him with longing. It was a subtle difference between the two looks, but Oscar had come to recognize the difference. He said, “You two are so beautiful.”The women looked at each other. To his surprise, it was Georgia who looked at Debbie with longing and Debbie who looked at Georgia with desire. The change in roles was almost. Rather, she felt like she was safe from any kind of danger while he hovered over her. Nothing could get around him to hurt her, and what his thrusting prick did was make her feel gloriously good. In that moment, she knew deep in her heart there was nothing else he would rather be doing, and that made her feel more special than she had in her entire life.The third time, she got on top of him and, through pure instinct, fine tuned her ability to lean just so, and rub just so, until that.