To be raped.” “You bastard!” she said. He looked at her. Her eyes moved away. “Even if it was true,” she...said in a softer voice, “how could you tell!” “It showed in the way you talked about that woman on Seventy-Seventh Street. It excited you. Oh, not that it was glaringly obvious or anything. But I just had a feeling. Then later, when I asked you about it, I was almost sure of it. You were attracted to the idea of being. " It is?!" It immediately made me feel better to hear that.Jenny's look told me she was up to something. "And you know what else..." No." I answered, feeling all pins and needles."I'm not done *yet* making you excited!"With that her lips dove into my neck, kissing it up and down and up and down some more. "MMMMMMM-HHHMMM. Don't you simply *adore* having your neck smooched?!" Jenny had both her hands tightly woven into my hair, making it impossible for me to move as she nibbled ever so gently on. Soon. Need your cock in me darling. Yes, I’m your dirtygirl now. He held her face, gazed in her beautiful limpid brown eyes, hooded now with lust: -So come on dirtygirl, let’s find our fuckspot. Normally on a strange beach he would have been clutching birdbook and binoculars. Now he couldn’t even think. His hand was under her skirt, probing her naked arse. Nothing in his head at all. Lust, the need to fuck his woman, consumed him. They crossed the mouth of a stream spilling onto the beach, a. "It will give you the most amazing sensation that you will ever feel, but it is going to hurt you. We will take our time and do it right, and I just want you to be ready for some of the pain." OK, I am ready," she squealed back, her young body ripe and ready to be plucked. Following her statement there were no more words. My wife took my daughter's trembling hands and placed them against the lump in my pants. She moved her hands up and down against my throbbing erection, and my eyes were glued.