After seeing her sleeping soundly, she went down to the kitchen for a glass of water and she saw Chris sitting all alone next to the Christmas tree wh...ch hadn’t been pulled down yet. She wanted to thank him for the wonderful evening and wish good night. ‘Chris,’ she called him softly as if afraid to break the silence. He was asleep. She watched him for a few seconds. His face was taut. He didn’t seem to be at peace. Wanting to comfort him, she bent down and kissed his forehead. Chris woke up. I went with this outfit because the skirt was extremely short, at least as far as my father was concerned. He was after all a dad, my dad, and this skirt was as short as he would ever let me wear, but that is another story. I went with this particular shirt because of the way it clings to my upper body, and if you will remember. I have extremely sensitive nipples. When I am aroused and I was, they are extra-long and hard as nails. My goal for that day was to give daddy a show that would fry. Minutes later, she was at his side, bundled from head to toe and excited to be doing something different. As he helped her up onto the horse, his hands on her waist, she felt a chill go though her. Sitting behind her, he had to wrap his arms around her to reach the reins. She was glad he couldn't see her face; she knew she must be blushing at the sudden impulses that went through her body. The safe and secure feeling of being in his arms gave way to a desire she hadn't felt in years. They. She was leaning on Patrick’s shoulder. She slipped down onto the seat when he got out.On one hand, I felt like she had been such a trooper I should just take her home, carry her in and put her to bed (her folks were so cool with us it was amazing). BUT… I hadn’t been laid. With what had been going on that I had watched and heard and smelled and felt… I had a major case of blue balls. To be blunt, I needed to get my rocks off before I was going home. Nothing slow and quiet. I needed to fuck her.