She moved further away, the moment was clearly over, the mood was lost, and our little escapade had come to a screeching halt.Mum continued to move ba...kwards still shaking her head, and now nervously wringing her hands. I had no idea what I was supposed to say, and stood quite still, just holding her gaze."No," she said sharply, "it is wrong." Then turning away, she cast a glance at my father and walked unsteadily to the stairs, supporting herself on any items of furniture as she passed them.I. I stood behind her and ran my hands down her back, over the soft curves of her body. No talking, now. My hands travelled slowly, gently, soaking in her warmth through the fabric. Over her ribs, the soft flesh over her kidneys…down lower, over the small of her back…till I was stroking her ass through the sheer, short skirt. When I began to pull up her skirt, bunching it in my hands, she started to turn – but I gently placed her hands back on the hood and shook my head, smiling. I pulled it up. Now I realize that most of you have come here to read a sex story and indeed sex is a shared activity perpetuated even in this somewhat high-altitude household. What else would you logically expect? Married to a very attractive young girl many years my junior, neither “Farmville” or “Twitter” were ever likely to satisfy the libido. All of which brings us back to Christmas Eve 2009. “I’ve had a fantasy,” she giggled, hunched-up against the pillows that night – presumably having stacked up all. "That should shut the bitch up. Let's see what she looks like!" the soldiers anxiously turning Ashley over onto her side facing the soldiers.Their faces were only inches from hers, their bad breath almost gagging her. "Look at them titties," he said, his hand reaching down to her short tee short, pulling it up to uncover her bra. "Gimme a knife."She froze as the long, serrated knife passed before her face, her heart pounding. Were they going to cut her, disfigure her for life? She squirmed, the.