And that makes it fucking WILD. And it always begins soooo soft and gentle, and then feeling her tongue slowly sliding with mine.....oh god." After h...aring you tell that much I was hard as a brick and my balls were getting sore. Being with another woman---a friend---seeing her topless, almost naked, kissing and kissing and kissing, touching her soft smooth skin all over---sliding your hands so lightly up and down her back and around her sides and over her stomach, you said it was a kind of. The following days Katie dressed in skimpy clothing as she walked around the house. When she would clean she would bend down in a way to emphasize her ass for her father. One night her father came home and hopped directly into the hot shower. Katie quickly went into her room and took down a poster, where a small hole in the wall was revealed. She enjoyed using this hole sometimes to spy on her father. She peeked through and observed his masculine nude body. At first she was only staring at his. A stranger wouldn’t care. A stranger would dash to get out of the rain and think more of themselves and their discomfort after baring witness. Instead I forget my own discomfort and stare mindlessly into my worst nightmare come true. I am not a stranger. Like it or not, I am an integral part of what is being played out before me. And even though I do not know her, and I have never met her, so is she. Suddenly she feels like an important part of my life. As my husband leans in to whisper to her. Jerome snorted. ‘Fine, I’ll leave you to stew.’ He rode up to Kate and the horse fell in step, responding more to Kate’s presence than his urging. ‘How much longer?’ ‘Camp one more night and then we meet up. They won’t do it out here.’ ‘Why not? It seems perfect.’ She kept facing ahead but her eyes scanned watchfully across the horizon. ‘They’ll need proof, and it’s a day and a half ride to the nearest town.’ Jerome stiffened, and the horse responded to slow down. He watched her go, and Rafe.