”“Well you better start remembering,” she says pushing his hands aside as she helps him to his feet.“So, like I was saying,” he continues on...e he is standing. “You think that thing gave up looking for us?”“I highly fucking doubt it,” she answers giving him a smirk. “It’s probably waiting for us somewhere out there.”“Do we have a plan?”“Not really.”“Then I guess that means we make a run for it and hope we make it,” he says with a sly smile.“Makes it a bit more interesting that way,” she says.. This special bonding has more significance if the daughter grows into a replica of his wife in her younger days, especially, if the wife is no longer with him, through divorce or death.I first noticed this when we went back to Ulrika's place and met her father, Daniel.I noticed how is eyes followed her everywhere, not as loving as father would normally look towards a daughter, but more lecherous, more like a man viewing a sexual object, becoming alien to her, as she developed and started to. I could already feel my wetness leaking out between my swollen lips, just waiting to be spread.With agonizing slowness, I traveled the rest of the way down, just bypassing my aching hole, and then slid my fingertips along my thighs a minute longer, as a shudder and moan broke free from me. I knew he would approve of my teasing and prolonging of my orgasm, but I was ready for release now; I needed it badly.Trailing my fingers slowly up the sides of my legs once more, I made my way back to the. Is there any pepperoni left Zack?" Uhm, yeah, you want it?" he said, figuring Holly was just trying to play a trick on him or something. As far as he could see, no one but he and Holly were in the joint."Yes, please. What about you Tim... " she said turning to the empty spot she thought I was occupying."I'll take the three slices left of the Canadian bacon, if you don't mind," I thought to her from across the room.Holly stared at me for nearly thirty seconds, trying to figure out if I was for.