He was much more relaxed now. He just hadn't gone back to submerge himself in what caused that stress to begin with.He followed Molly to the kitchen, ...here Nadia was chattering away in Russian on the phone."You called her mother," he said. He didn't know how to feel about that. He liked Nadia too, and not just because she was a stone fox. He couldn't help reacting to that part of her, but he was also capable of appreciating her for her intelligence, and friendliness, and general personality. He. My hands held her breasts, her nipples in my palms, hardening from her arousal. She was a small b-cup, and perky for her age. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths, hers falling open a bit as I massaged her chest.I pulled my t-shirt over my head and removed my bra. Her eyes were in line with them and she gazed a moment, touching me gently, exploring my body for a moment before she took one nipple in her mouth. I let me head fall back to enjoy the sensation of her wet, swirling tongue.. “I’m sorry sweetie.” I gripped her harder and with all my fighting strength, I struggled to lift her off of me completely.“No daddy, I love you, I’ll run away and find you no matter where you go, no one will stop me and if I get hurt trying to find you, it’ll be your fault.”Her voice was becoming more and more piercing, my mind was collapsing; I was struggling with all my willpower to stay awake.“Mommy says you don’t like other little girls like you like me, she says you love my mind more than. “I sorta knew youwere swingers, and you brought someone home.” She wenton to tell me how she had snuck out of her mother’shouse and jogged down here, wearing only a t-shirt anda pair of nylon shorts with her sneakers. Inside thekitchen, I offered her some coffee.“Well, what did you see?” I asked her.“Ummm. Tracy with that redheaded woman.” She said,sipping her coffee.“Okay…what were they doing?” I asked.“Eating each other.