I simply referred to her as ‘my daughter.’ Yes, my daughter Vivian was the cause of all those males and probable most of those females too masturb...ting themselves to sleep at night. I included myself in that group too.Vivian had matured almost overnight into a Goddess. I swear she went from wearing a 32-A bra to a 34-DD in just one winter. With her wearing all of those bulky sweaters and winter coats hardly anyone suspected that that caterpillar had developed into a beautiful butterfly.Anyway. He traces his fingertips inside her soft thighs slowly, tantalizing her. She shuts her eyes, embarrassed by her wetness, her seeping desire displayed for him. Knowing he’s watching her every reaction carefully, that it’s useless to resist her hunger, she gives in to her awful lust. Each stroke makes her sigh, gasp, her slickness dripping down her slit to the chair. God, I am such a slut, she thinks.Suddenly he forces her knees open even wider then buries his face in her cunt, she is lost in the. " Howard was still irritated, according to what Jeremy could hear, but there was something else in the man's voice; disappointment and hurt, maybe?"Look, Mister Duncan ... Howard; I only got assigned to the negotiating team a month ago and have only this week been a part of this project associated with my International Politics and Economics major at Middlebury College. I got paired up with Ms. Duncan ... Joyce ... as a professional arrangement. I don't know what the usual arrangements are for. It took another week to organise enough trackers to make the journey and then, another week to actually get back to the approximate place she had been found. There was no sign of the troupe. They found the scene of murder, almost completely retaken by the forest, only the bones left and a few broken saplings. All through the trek, she had remained unresponsive, but as they neared her former home and familiar landmarks became apparent, she became more animated. Her growing excitement dissipated.