He lifted himselfslightly,and I took that as an invitation to tug his satin soccer shortsdown his thighs. The the youngster lay back again, openinghi...self up to me in his tee-shirt and briefs. A damp patch of precumwas already wetting the front of his silky nylon briefs, and he lookedso horny. I dropped to my knees in front of the teenage athlete, andpulled his shorts down to his ankles, then closed up to him and kissedhis warm stomach. Then I moved downwards, and got the first tang of. And then, suddenly, someone was hugging him, but it wasn't Ruth, who satthere as stone-faced and disgusted with him as ever. To his amazement, it wasLana. "Oh... Daddy," she said with a sudden burst of emotion. "Daddy... it'sall right... Ssshhh... ssshhh..." He remembered how he had cradled Lana inhis arms all those years ago whenever she had had a bad dream, and he felt agreat wave of love wash over him as he realized that she was now returningthe favour- helping the bad dream of everything. "What's wrong? Is she all right?"I gave them all a reassuringly evil grin and pulled her dress up above her waist, revealing the waistband and the glittering little butterfly covering her clit."A butterfly vibrator. And another in a buttplug! They've both been running since we left the house."The men all smiled in relief, their eyes fixed on Anna's cleanly shaven groin. The garter belt and stockings were sexier than ever, given the nude flesh and the swollen labia that so clearly signaled. Coming to my knees, I pulled off her high top boots, then her socks. I sat with my legs crossed as I massaged her tiny feet. My thumbs pressed and rubbed all those spots that like to be pressed and rubbed. She gave me six hours to quit that. I didn’t think I would be able to last that long. I ran my hands up her legs, hooked my fingers under her waistband and began to tug. She lifted her hips and wiggled as women do to get off tight-fitting jeans. My breath caught in my throat as I slid them.