My cock was throbbing, though I did my best not to let it show. I poured some conditioner into my palm, and rubbed it on both hands, then began to coa... her upper thighs and the young lips with the slippery cream. I could see moisture in her slit and a little trickle running down her leg and I knew that my young daughter was sexually aroused. I decided that if she could, she would have taken care of the problem, herself, and masturbated for relief, but she couldn’t do that, so I would have to do. ”“And possibly dessert too,” Carla teased.Placed in front of each person was a six-piece serving of jumbo pink shrimp cocktail, each one had to be close to an inch and a half in diameter.Dan watched as Jenny and the other girl poured each one’s glass of champagne. He noted that the girls seemed to take their time standing between the guests as they poured the drinks. She smiled at him as his eyes took in her revealing breasts as she poured his glass.Jenny let out a subtle sigh, her body gently. .. I don't know ... like you look at him sort of like I look at boys at school."Debbie held her breath, waiting to see what her mother would say ... or do.It was a pivotal point in the relationship between mother and daughter. At this point, Debbie knew her mother had lied to her at least twice, and that was something she couldn't understand. She also knew that her mother must love this stranger from somewhere in her past that she wasn't willing to talk about, and she couldn't understand that. " Find Ingmar, will you? We need to ask him how he wants to play this." I headed down to the fourth floor, to the radio transmitter.Nobody was talking when I got there. The radio, as usual, was silent except for a moderate buzz of static. Ingmar showed up along with Harry, who was telling him what had happened."If the guy called you 'Carter, ' it's got to be somebody who has heard your broadcasts," Ingmar said."It could be... the people outside," I said."Talk, anyway," Ingmar said, "Just be.