But Beatrix worked silently and patiently away at my legs. Maybe she, like me, wasn’t quite sure how to address it. She had to have noticed it, afte... all. It was impossible not to. What was she thinking?Was she simply hoping it would go away? Was she disgusted? Flattered? Annoyed? Aroused? I wished I could hear her thoughts right now and get an idea of what was inside her head.She finished my right leg and moved to my leg, her hands squeezing, her forearms pressing, and all my tension leaving. .. Hanh... Cumming Daddy... Hanh... Faster... Fuck... Hanh... Fuck meeeeee... " and the girls long legs rose to wrap around the man's hips drawing him deeper inside.He could feel it coming and, locked inside his daughter's pulsating passage, his fucking movements constrained by the stranglehold of her tightly clasping legs around his hips, he hammered her firm, young body with short, jackhammer thrusts. It felt to him like it his whole body was inside this beautiful young girl as he exploded. There’s something about knowing that I contributed to our being alive that heightens the way I feel about myself. Oh, sure, Morales’ bolt and arrow were dead on, but still, so were mine. This place makes me feel ... alive, and that incident certainly increased that feeling even more.But ... primitive or not, you’re enjoying yourself immensely, Girl. Now just why is that? she asked herself. While trying to convince herself otherwise, she thought, Well, obviously, it’s because of the challenge of. I smile and run my fingers through your hair.We are both trembling now but you move up to stand next to me. I feel your hands on my chest, reaching for my shirt buttons. Unable to resist, I gently pull at your blouse and return the favour. We release long enough to shed our tops and resume the embrace. Under the blouse, you are wearing a simple, white broderie anglais bra with light blue silk ribbon trim. Admiring what I see, I lean down to you and our lips meet. My hands reach round your back.