Besides, she wanted to know what to do when this moment arrived, like studying for an exam. She grabbed Daddy's cock and moved her hand back and forth... It didn't feel anything like she thought it would. There was a lot more texture to it. She had stage fright, like she did before singing in front of an audience. She wanted to do everything right. She wanted to make Daddy lose himself like she felt when he did things to her. She turned to him on the bed, kissed his throat and licked her way. Your face slowly nears mine… and our lips meet… finally… just barely brushing against each other… tongue tips just barely brushing here and there… tasting… tentative… wanting… needing… restrained. Your fingers find the single clasp behind my neck that holds my backless dress together and unfastens it… the soft silk sliding smoothly over the hills and valleys of my body… caressing… stroking… finally coming to rest around my feet in a puddle. Your fingers in my hair, finding and releasing the. I was feeling guilty, and I also had a strange joy. Steve's aggressive behavior bothered me, I didn't want my husband to suspect me. But now my heart was deceiving me, it was convincing me for Steve. I didn't get out of the room for the next whole day. I had no idea what I wanted. After thinking enough, I convinced myself that I should embrace every color of my new and short life.I was just in my early teens when I was married. I had not finished my education, nor I had the chance to love. I spread my legs again, now running my fingers slowly up and down the front of my panties, more to tease him than to actually pleasure myself. “You think you can get it even harder for me?” I asked, caressing my thighs.Slowly and nervously, he took it in his hand and began to stroke. “Ah c'mon,” I said, almost amused by his attempt. “Just jerk him off already. I can even give you something to help, so it'll go more smoothly.” I reached behind me and threw him a tube of lubricant that I keep in.