Just like this..." he put his hand on her thigh and slowly moved it upward, until his fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her bikini bottom and prob...d against her pussy lips.His touch seemed to paralyze her in place. "Stop!" she protested, her voice barely a whisper.He ignored her and pushed his fingers into the wet recesses of her teenage vagina. "I knew it," he said, "soaking wet!"Allie blushed. How could her body be reacting like ... like she was enjoying this?!Without waiting for. Between kissing and whispering and rubbing her pussy and more whispering, Laurie turned, kissed him full on the mouth, and I heard her say "Of course, George." And then again, a minute late, "Of course, I already said yes, didn't I?" "’Of course’ what?" I asked. I got the sense they didn't think I had heard. "You tell him," George prodded my girlfriend. He grinned at me as he slid Laurie’s shirt up again, boldly rubbing and squeezing her swollen tit. Laurie moved her hand over his, pressing him. He looked away and, when he did, I felt the moment pass. "Hurry the fuck up!" he yelled at me and closed the door. Alone in the bathroom, I felt like an idiot. A slutty idiot. But, I remembered how he looked at me and decided to try it again. And again. Daddy would open the door, watch my ass and pussy. Sometimes he'd stay as I gathered my things and I'd brush up against him as he stood in the doorway. Sometimes, he'd yell at me. Sometimes, he wouldn't say a thing; he'd just open the door as I. “Just, just give me a bit of time Brett.” She sighed. “Something’s been off.”“Yeah, well get it on.” He stood up, grabbed his empty cup of coffee and dropped it off in the sink. “I’m coming for you tonight. Be ready.”A week ago, that threat would’ve melted her kneecaps and spinal column and had her fluttery and spastic all day. Right now, she just felt rigid, frigid, angry, and disappointed. He wasn’t just coming for her tonight. Elizabeth mattered. She felt the love and it wasn’t enough for.