Even though her breasts were only a decent A-cup in size, her nipples were very sensitive and would harden into two obvious little peaks of hard tit w...enever she was turned on or the cool air would hit them. For that reason, Karen told me she'd wear a bra to school to keep from "nippling out" and being embarrassed but at home, she'd seldom have a bra on. She not only didn't see the point but she also felt like being braless might attract her stepfather's amorous attentions more quickly.Karen. "Thank you Doc. I wanted to dress up especially for you." said as your smile turned more serious. "Do I look old enough to be your date Doc?" you smiled as you turned in your chair to face me. Then you crossed your legs in the same provocative way you had done all semester. I tried my best not to steal a glance up your skirt, but the slow deliberate manner in which you uncrossed your legs, demanded I notice. It seemed like an eternity that you sat there facing me, legs slightly apart, exposing. Christian crooked one finger, stepping back and turning the girl around until she found herself facing a long metal-stripping lathe.“Bend over, bad girl, Bend over and we’re going to have ourselves the time of our lives.” Christian said, shoving her roughly up against the bed her by the back of the neck while bending Ana over the top of the mattress. She struggled, her knees banging against the wooden bedposts while a tiny fart escaped from her asshole. What was he going to do to her next? She. On another occasion before we lived together, she had asked me to help her fold her washing, saying that I could take care of the easy things, which basically consisted of folding her “pretty little knickers”. She took great care to show me exactly how to do the job properly, insisting that I take my time. When I had completed the pile, she said that I was the perfect helper and that every girl would be delighted to have their knickers folded so delicately. Since then, she had always asked me.