Her fingers are lightly trailing up and down my thighs. You can tell that I am getting wetter and wetter with her touch. My nipples are hard and pokin... through my tank top. I have to resist the urge to pinch them. Her finger lightly brushes over my pussy and my body visibly shutters. I glance over in your direction and can tell that you are getting hard now. She spreads my pussy lips apart with her ring and index fingers as she runs her middle finger up from my cunt to my clit. The wetness now. "Daddy," she said, and I knew manipulation was taking place, because she was seven (Almost EIGHT!) and 'Daddy' had sometimes changed to the much more sophisticated and mature 'Dad'. She was experimenting with the technique this time. "Dad, the teacher read the letter from Mizz Callirosa. I don't think she believed it. Made me read out loud. A SECOND grade book. The only words that had two syllables (Syllables? In the second grade? She figured out "syllables"?) ended in 'ing'." Little darlin'. He rubbed his hands together and smiled. He still had a few minutes until Vanda was due to arrive.Alfie felt like screaming. In fact he did, as a rather large grasshopper stepped on his head. "Stupid morons," he mumbled. "We've been shut in here for hours and no one has found a way out yet. It's not likely to happen anytime soon, either, I tell you."As usual, he was ignored. Actually, he probably couldn't be heard above the din. Other bugs were shouting, calling for help, plus there was the. By the time 9 o’clock rolled around I was about half plastered and decided to go home and work on some of that damn paperwork I’d been putting off for so long. All the lights were off when I pulled in the garage, walked inside and looked out the kitchen window towards the pool. The full moon was the only light outside and I had to shake my head and look again. Was I really seeing what I thought I was seeing. Trying to be as quiet as I could, I eased the sliding glass door open just enough for.