"Noo!" she squealed, struggling harder against me-and offering more friction to my hardone pressed firmly agaisnt her little cunt bump. With my free h...nd I slapped her again acrossed the face, and hissed at her, "Then shut the FUCK up don't say a WORD unless I say so, or I will fucking do it right now, I'll kill you you little bitch. Stay the FUCK still." My warning seemed to scare her enough, because her struggeling subsided, and she struggled to keep her sobs under control. What hapenned to. The reaction to her new looks had given Sara a sense of self-assurance that allowed her to be less challenging. Anthony was continuously distracted wondering why he had never noticed how beautiful Sara was. They also knew the other shared their love for baseball. The previous week in Chicago Anthony had no trouble finding a Wrigley Field shirt for Sara but the Ron Santo shirt took some doing. He eventually bought a replica jersey with the former all-star’s name on the back. It had been. He kept his tea cup aside and placed his hand over her hands rubbing a little to make her calm down, nodding his head, “It’s ok beti, you know you can always talk to me like a friend.”She managed a smile, taking a breath of relief as her father’s hands had an amazing effect on her mind. She stopped fiddling and taking her other hand to cup her father’s hands, gently squeezing she said, “But papa, you shouldn’t be angry about it okay?”He smiled at his daughter’s nervousness, “OK, I promise. Come. I paused for a few moments, then slowly looked back up at him. He had tears in his eyes, though he didn't seem to be sad, just curious."Well, I really haven't, um, thought much about playing with it lately," I slowly admitted, realizing that in about two weeks I had completely forgotten about what used to be a favorite passtime. How could I not have been horny during all that time? I had noticed my penus seemed a bit more sensitive than usual, but other than that I (very strangely) couldn't.