Standing close so he can watch her, he pulls a knife out of his boot and trails it down the front of her quivering body. Slowly, with great deliberati...n, he slides the blade down the neck of her tee-shirt, cutting down between her full breasts. Carefully he slips it beneath her bra, peeling back the fabrics until her tits are exposed, luminous in the darkness, nipples contracting in the chill air. He touches them lightly with the flat of the blade, amused at her writhing. Next he cuts through. ..either way, it seemed she was either checking them out, or looking disapprovingly at their immodesty. She always dressed respectably. Nonetheless, the high school guys commonly masturbated to fantasies of her in lesbian situations, which can only be expected. Danielle hadn't broken her look at Jamie. It was solid, hardly blinking, intimidating, a little creepy. Jamie had a few tears running down her cheeks. Something happened though that she didn't expect. Danielle put her had out, and. He grabs my waist and, as our lips begin to find a rhythm of motion, I move my hands to his hair and run my fingers through it, pulling gently. Our bodies are already pushed against each other, but I want to be closer, closer. His tongue pushes gently against my teeth, parting my lips and finding its way deep inside my mouth. He lays me down against the pillows, lifting my legs onto the bed and holding himself above me with his forearms. I wrap my legs around his torso and use his t-shirt to. But I don’t think you had better crawl in bed with me any more. You are maturing to the point that…” I searched for the words and finally blurted out, “It felt too good when you were hugged up against me. I sleep naked.”She grinned and giggled, “I know. It got hard and I had to push it away.”“Ah.” I was speechless.“Daddy,” she confessed in a small voice. “I did not exactly push it away. I held it.” She lowered her eyes a moment and looked back up at me. “I liked to hold it.”“Get dressed to go.