..” She squirmed.“Your father?” I asked, my arm tightening around her shoulder.Dusk looked at me, her strawberry blonde hair, gathered in pigtai...s like my own (I wasn't sure why my eldest daughter and I had decided to copy June's hairstyle) swayed. One fell over my bare arm, tickling my skin. “He ran off with June.”“Wish he'd run off with you?” I asked. I grinned at her. “I don't mind sharing my daughters with him. He's a great man.”“What?” gasped Dusk. This look of shock rippled through her.. Well, ya got any talents? sing? dance? Kelly just stood there. No. She said. Well, ya ain't got any talent, and I'm bored, so why don't you start by taking your clothes off. Kelly just stood there silent in fear and disbelief.Do it, or my friend there is gonna stick that fat pig. HE said as he pointed to one of the other masked men holding a large hunting knife to the stomach of one of Kelly's employees. Kelly still didn't move, and the man with the knife stabbed the guy in the thigh. He. "I... I wouldn't mind that at all."Terri stared at him for a minute. My god, she thought, what am I doing. This is my son. If I sit on his lap, things are going to get out of hand. But her inner self, convinced her that she was old enough to keep the situation from going past the point of mother son joking around. Her eyes locked on his for a moment then she stepped in front of him, and sat down on his lap. But this time her legs were outside Rick's and she was more open and exposed.Rick. I started with her pretty, almost-bare feet. I had once gotten sunburned feet, any it was misery. As I worked my way up her deliciously curvy legs, rubbing in the soothing, oil-based sunblock, it occurred to me that though this wasn't in my plan, it could become an important part of it. I oiled her pale, fleshy thighs, taking care to rub it in well--especially the inner surfaces of her legs. The higher up I massaged her with the oil, the pinker her face got: by the time I was oiling the tender.