To me, everything I could say was the equivalent of patting her on the back and saying 'Now, now, honey, it will be all right', when she knew damned w...ll it would not be all right. The only thing I could do was be there and let her know I loved her. Right now, short term, it just wasn't nearly enough. She needed a daddy, who would be her hero, the man who made the monsters go away, the one that could do anything she needed done. For once in my life, I didn't know how to do that. I couldn't make. She would still feel me lapping and nipping at her nipples.I spent only a little time on her back, knowing that made her sleepy. Skipping her butt, I began to kiss and lick at the back of her knees before trailing kisses up the insides of her thighsShe opened her legs and gave me access to her treasure, and I lapped at her pussy, just about able to reach her clit, before running my tongue up her slit to finish off at her asshole, where I pushed the tip inside.She bucked her hips back. She. Irma had changed little since then. The Black Bear Mountain Precinct CEO's wife was a petite firm-breasted thirty-something with a pixie-like face framed by an auburn page-boy and enlivened by big brown eyes. Juliette remembered her too. She had been fooled by the seeming innocence of Irma's lovely eyes and had been shocked and embarrassed when Irma French-kissed her in the bathroom and groped between her legs.Mother and daughter were paraded, naked, outside the door to their boudoir for the. “Yes I am. Are you always this early?” His brown eyes were piercing me. “Ah, well, ummm, no, I mean- yes! I like to arrive a bit earlier to have some time to, you know, get ready and...” “Meditate, collect your thoughts,” he finished my sentence. Wow, have I been speaking out loud? “Yes, indeed,” I muttered. Damn! He's gorgeous and his perfume mixed with the coffee scent so perfectly. My palms were sweating. He was standing really close to me now, his elbow touching mine. I shivered. “Are you.