I wanted to close my legs, prohibiting him from seeing my lady landscape. I was ashamed, humiliated even. Clasping my hand over my mound I slowly sat ...p, resting on my other elbow.“No, please.”Joe kissed the top of my hand covering my pussy. “Don’t be afraid.” Then he planted small, wet kisses on my inner thighs, nibbling as he moved closer to my covered pussy. Taking my hand in his, he moved it up to my belly. He settled back and took another look at my pussy. I wanted to hide myself, to. He slept late, then got up, got a cup of coffee he really didn't want, then plopped down in his chair in the living room. He felt like reading, but didn't really think of anything that interested him. Daytime TV was trash, of course. He took the remote and turned on the VCR; maybe someone had left a tape in it that was worth watching, although the odds were that it was more of Henry's cartoons.It wasn't cartoons; it was the tape that Kirsten had made on the finish line at Sunday. He had already. I never wanted to. She insisted." Take off your panties."Caitlin stood up, and with languid fingers drew down her knickers, stretching the fabric absurdly, her tugging hands outpacing the material's willingness to follow.She handed the garment over, and I heard him inhale. He told her to move further up the mattress, and she eased herself among the scattered cushions to the top where she propped herself up with bunched pillows, her back pushing them against the towering headboard."Open your. "T'Pol was repressed and in a crucial stage of her awakening. She needed my guidance." Minister T'Pau, your witness," the judge ordered.Trip felt dizzy and sick. More than once T'Pol had mentally begged him to raise his shields, but he refused to budge. As long as the torrent of emotions in T'Pol's mind was somehow manageable, he was hell-bent on lessening her burden. The raw emotions radiating off the madly ranting Tolaris made the task even more difficult. If he, who possessed only minor.