But Robert was a man who could control his urges. And he hadn't forgotten the most important thing; “Discretion”.So now he was sitting by the brea...fast table in his robe, watching his daughter and her slender body, her small mounds protruding under her tank top, thinking thoughts about her that he had never thought before. The thought of “She's your daughter for Christ's sake,” fought with the thought “No one will ever know,” and as his wife let her silky smooth lips and velvety mouth slide up. I was obviously attracted to her right from the start and was shocked that she seemed to be interested in me too. Saying “Hi” to her, she smiled shyly, she was so beautiful. Looking back at me, she absolutely smoldered. I had never experienced a girl that just oozed such raw, sexual energy. I had never seen a girl look at me as she she could devour me, and it was such a huge turn on.Talking with her as I tried to work, but concentrating on any thing other than her was impossible, and she knew. I had my bed along to far wall with a nightstand and lamp on each side. Above the bed was a shelf that ran almost the entire length of the wall, with 3 folded American flags on top and brass nameplates anchored to the wall above each. Opposite the bed was a dresser with a 48" TV hanging above it and a few old gaming systems on top of the dresser. The right-hand wall had a short bookcase below a window which held several books, military manuals, game guides and of course, the games. .. And, yes... A huntress. My prey? The perfect man, perfectly Man, so very perfectly manly. He is an elusive prey, and he needs to be coaxed into the open. My bait? Well, She, of course.I run my fingernails down the swell of my breasts, around my areolas, and down the undersides to my tummy. My palms just barely graze the tips of my nipples. I let out a little gasp, then the sensation is gone. They travel further down, down past my belly button to my hips and then between them, my fingers.