They knew it too, and were happy to expose themselves to each other like this.They then fell back on the couch, naked, the smooth, one's warm skin pre...sing against the smooth, warm skin of the other. Fingers ran amok, drifted between legs, and grazed over stiffened nipples as they resumed their passionate kiss."I never thought this would be part of being a mentor," Valerie said, pulling back, and smiling at Moira."And I never expected to be mentored in quite this way. You must teach me how to. I wanted him, right then and there and it didn’t take long. The feelings ended up being mutual. And now here he was, in my bed, with his arms around me and his scent filling the air. ‘Morning,’ I smiled. ‘What time is it?’ He smirked back. ‘One in the afternoon.’ I quickly shot up. ‘That’s not morning! That’s afternoon! I have things I need to do.’ I tried to jump out of bed but he brought me back quickly and wrapped his arms around me once more, embracing me tighter. ‘Stay with me,’ he cooed,. Mr. Olsen produced a small oval-shaped object. "I thought you would be interested in seeing this. It's the thing that caused me to lose control of my truck that day," he said. The burr was about three-quarters of an inch long by a half-inch in diameter. I held it in my hand and felt the sharp spikes sticking out of all sides."This is the thing that changed my life," I said, more to myself than to Mr. Olsen. He seemed to understand what I was saying. "If it were not for this little burr I would. This was a total invasion of privacy. And he was my father! But I couldn't help my body's reaction. As I watched him leisurely stroke his flesh, I ran a hand down and pressed against my mound. I was quickly getting very hot, and could feel my juices beginning to flow. Then I reached up to rub my erect nipples through the thin orange fabric of my bikini. My bikini! Dad was beating off with thoughts of me! After all, I had just been lying out in front of him, clad only in a skimpy swimsuit and.