Instead you only feel the smooth glass of a jar pressed under your nose again, followed by my instructions to sniff once again. This time when you inh...le you smell….rich, earthy, sinfully familiar and decadent. And I ask, “What about this one, honey? Guesses?” “No, I’m terrible with smells, I really cannot guess any - sorry!” “Can’t quite guess, hun? Not good at smells you say. Oh, that’s a shame.” I say before asking, “What about tastes, are you better at guessing tastes? Let me see if this. “I . . . well . . . I didn’t get you anything.” “Just open it, please, Connor,” she whispered, sobbing. He removed the red ribbon and paper gently, unwilling to disturb the careful care of the wrapping. When he lifted the lid off the box he saw the dragon. “Oh, wow! Iz, honey, it’s beautiful. Thank you,” Connor remarked, smiling. He held it flat in his hand to admire it. Isabelle placed her hand under Connor’s to steady and position the small white tiger onto the body of the dragon. The dragon. She jerked it over her head, feeling not a bit of shame that she wasn’t wearing a bra. The firm globes had barely slipped free when he squeezed the left one and growled.“Aren’t they beautiful?” Charlotte asked, while she unhooked her bra.“Oh yeah,” he agreed while continuing to squeeze.Soon enough, Charlotte’s larger breasts were free, and Nathaniel had a handful of them as well. Wendy whimpered when his thumb glided over her stiff nipple.“Well, I can’t until Jason gets here, but there’s. I lift my chest as if to push my breast into his mouth. Pleasure ripples through my body as Daddy fondles and sucks me. I subconsciously part my legs, though my skirt limits me. If I were alone and feeling this way, I'd be touching myself by now. Instead, I'm letting Daddy have his way with me.He lifts his head and looks softly into my eyes. "Roll over, angel."I obey and roll onto my stomach. He pulls my blouse from my arms and rubs my back before sliding his hands toward my waist. His fingers.