The kiss seemed to last forever, and when he removed his lips from mine, I felt empty inside. I said dad, but he cut me off saying hush little one eve...ything will be all right. I felt his lips on my neck and move up to nibble on my ears, his hand were on my butt pressing me against him. I was having trouble breathing and I must say my pussy was soaking my panties. Dad sat down on the camp chair and pulled me onto his lap. He started kissing me again and as he pulled me to him I noticed the hair. He liked that image, wise and gentle. He was caring without being weak and not afraid to show the world that he could be human, that he could make mistakes."This knife won't hurt you, Sweetness."It was all in the tone of voice, soft and understanding, that did it. He had found out the right tone of voice could sooth anyone, even someone in the predicament that this girl was in. She quieted, sobbing softly."Please," she begged, her voice hoarse from the drugs he used to subdue her, tears. And at that moment you’re part of them”.There were no birds, no soft songs, no sweet nothings. We had sex how we knew we should. Without rules and restrictions. No borders. Old fashion understandings Just the release of tension. Clawing hands, and soft whispers. I wrapped my legs around his waist & pulled him inside me, holding his back tightly. This was it. He was sweating, moving with me. We were one. One heartbeat. We didn’t care. Marco’s pants was bundled around his knees, my dress was up. They embraced Sam not wanting to get caught organised to meet him in his room in 15, and suggested he get drinks and go now. Finishing off her glass and cigarette didn't take that long, Sam could feel the excitement building and the wetness in her pants growing. Catching the lift, she stepped out on the floor above hers and found his room, standing close to door to try and hide from anybody disturbed by her knocking, she tapped on it the door opened instantly and she stepped inside. The.