I quit wearing shorts at night. I would come downstairs in my panties and a camisole to get a drink, or talk to him. Then I would give him hugs goodni...ht. After mom went to bed if we were watching a movie I would scoot up next to him so we were touching. I did this for literally weeks. I noticed him getting more and more impatient and frustrated. One night I came downstairs when he was watching TV and I asked him for money to go shopping that weekend with my friend Lori. Again, I was in skimpy. After that I went to see about my archery target and to do some practicing. The target was fine, about three feet in diameter and with a stand to hold it up. There was plenty of room in my new storage area for me to practice and after stringing the bow, I gave it a try.The bow turned out to be fairly normal but made with a similar philosophy as the storage area/cave. It looked like what you might expect an ancient bow to look like if you didn't know a damned thing about them.The bow resembled a. ”, I paused moving to the left nipple sucking for a moment before continuing. “I plan on having YOU do the fucking, at first. But let’s take our time. I want you glide your tiny pussy along the shaft of my cock. You’re not permitted to put it in until I allow it.” I grabbed my hard cock and laid it flat pointing towards my stomach and guided her hips down until her tiny shaved pussy made contact with it for the first time. Holy fuck... she was so small, it looked absolutely massive up against. "Good morning Dr. Meeks, what can I get you?" Oh you are formal this morning Sarah Larkins. Is it still Larkins?" Immediately I regretted my lapse at asking a question.For a moment she looked bewildered and I could hear a jumble of thoughts. "Yes, it is again now. I was married for four years to Terry Machin but that ended and I now use my maiden name again." "So what can I get you this morning? Jean told me yesterday you were helping her." I gave my order and while I waited for her to fill.