"Michael," Jenny said as she reached over and took her friends hand, "I've been thinking a lot about you and I."Michael didn't respond but waited for ...enny to continue."You have been such a good friend and more," Jenny said and felt herself blush. She looked idly down at Michael's hand in hers. She fell silent for a moment before saying, "I don't want to give up our relationship... you know... sexually speaking."Michael's face broke into a broad smile. She reached over with her hand under. The song slowed to its stop and her tears rushed again. "Stop," she whimpered. "Stop." Finally, he saw what he was doing to her. He let go of her wrists and couldn't bring himself to look at her face as he moved to his side of the bed. A slow violin began Safetysuit's "What If" and Andre found himself singing along. "What if it makes you sad at me?" He sang in his deep, but smooth voice. Jessica felt the sound wash over her like the waves in the ocean, pleasant and graceful, yet at the same. I take your soapy hand and place it on my erection. Oh, god! It feels so wonderful and wicked to have my own daughter washing my hard cock for me. I spread my legs wide and make you wash my balls, too. You blush and grin up at me, and ask me why I waited so long to climb into your bed. I tell you it was because I love you so much, and wanted to make sure you were physically and emotionally ready for me. When I saw you at your sixteenth birthday party last spring, and saw you flirting with all. ”“They do that?”“Look girl, the easiest way for a high school kid to know who might screw him is to get her name and number off the restroom walls.”I couldn’t decide if my daughter was being facetious or not when she said “Oh -- maybe I should sneak in and check. Does that stuff wash off?” Once again my nuts felt a rush of shivers while I thought about what she may have inadvertently disclosed.In the next few weeks my mind began to wander into areas of degeneracy that shamed me thoroughly. My.