Her head wasn't right. She initially tried to remove the two instances from her mind, as she thought this was the best option for her. But unfortunate...y she kept on thinking of them, and the overriding fact was that they had given her more pleasure than what her boyfriend had ever given her. She liked thinking of them, they were her adventures, they made her wet, and whenever she masturbated, it was these instances she thought about.It was having an effect on her relationship with her. A wave of guilt followed close behind."Just relax," she said, her voice soft and oh-so-reasonable. She stroked him again. She must have put more oil on her hands--her fingers slipped over his shaft.Henry knew he should stop her, but it had been so long! He swallowed hard, his emotions warring within him. Her hands felt incredible, but she was his daughter. He wanted to come, but if he did, he'd never be able to look her in the eye again. He wanted her to mount him, but he needed to stop her. I pulled my hand back and shook my head. “Sorry. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.” “I do. You want a little excitement in your life and you feel safe here with me.” “Yes.” She took a step closer to me we shared another, gentle stare. She reached out and I noticed her hands tremble. I grabbed her hands and slowly, we stepped into each other and embraced. Hillary felt incredible, like nothing I had ever felt before. Her skin was so soft and smooth and was unbelievably warm. I relished in her. " Any suggestions on how to get me out of this mess?"Jennifer, pulled the rolling bed tray over. On it she placed a digital recorder. "It's press statement time hon. But one thing I would advise is to stay as close to the facts as possible. You don't want them proving you lied. Also don't go into detailed as to the whys of it all. Leave me something to deal with. Start with the kidnapping, not what led up to it. I hear the FBI might be looking for witnesses." Let me try to remember before I.