Christelle seemed to have an aversion for wardrobes. She dropped her bag on a chair that sat in the corner before walking over to Greg and putting her...arms around his neck and kissing him fervently. They both burned with desire. He clawed at her clothes, fairly ripping her top from her body , pulling her bra down to reveal the bodacious breasts he had admired at the beach. He freed himself from her her embrace and bent down to kiss her breasts. At first he covered them with light pecks,. It would be easy to let my emotions carry me away and put me in another situation where I love a guy more than he loves me. Better I know the score in advance, right? So ... thank you ... for that.”Her words said ‘thank you’ but her tone was a mix of ‘you’re a cold-blooded reptile’ and ‘I’d rather spend my night with a drunk hobo from Queens than you’. I held up my hands defensively, gave her an earnest look, and stated, “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”“I know that. I appreciate. ." She paused for a moment, wrapping her arms around her waist in obvious tension, "... could we just talk for a little while?" Talk?" Mark blurted out nervously. "I mean... uhh... sure."Sara just sat for a moment, still hugging herself and looking around the room nervously, occasionally glancing Mark's way."What... umm... did you want to talk about?" Mark asked as he cleared his throat."About... what happened." She said."Oh." Mark answered quietly, knowing instantly what she meant."You don't. Daddy soaped up the cloth and began with her face, washing down her neck. He automatically started washing her chest when he realized that this was not the same as when she was a little girl. He probably should not be doing this, but he did not know how to stop without calling attention to the situation. He watched as the soap lathered up on her breasts. Beneath the cloth, he felt her nipples harden. Daddy was embarrassed when he felt himself harden as well.Ignoring it, he kept going, trying.