. And I mean that quite literally."Tess, it turned out, was a bit of a tease. Still lying prone beside me, she turned herself on her side, her breasts...again bobbing in a liquid mass only inches from my eyes. "Am I making it hard for you?" she said with an impish expression on her face."It's been hard the whole time," I said. "It doesn't get any harder."She gestured for me to move away from my position on the couch beside her. I rose, and she sat up with her feet on the floor. The impish. Her leg slide over my thigh. I felt the roundness of her breasts on my side as she trembled.“Still?” I groaned. “You're eighteen.”“Sorry,” she said, her voice tight. “It's just... Can't I sleep in here tonight, Daddy? I don't like it. That sound...”“Shannon,” I groaned. “You're eighteen. You have your own bed.”“There's plenty of room in yours,” she said. “You won't even know I'm here, okay. I just... I know it won't get me if you're in here.”“Lightning doesn't get anyone,” I said. “It's not a. It reminded me of the laundry manager back at the jailhouse with her insistence of giving me little snacks and fresh coffee from her huge thermos that she carried into the job every evening. She was in the habit of rewarding some of the other inmates with her little snacks if they worked hard and did a good job. The still attractive middle-aged woman didn’t hide the fact that she followed the unorthodox measure of dishing out some loving to the sex-starved inmates from time to time and I know I. Here was this cute brunette about a third my age coming on to me. After dessert and coffee, I found her sitting outside on a truck tailgate by herself and strolled up to her. She said, "You are the nicest man here. You have been so very nice to me and made me feel very much a part of the family." I told her she was a beautiful girl but it was hard to see much of her with the long denim skirt and heavy sweater. She pulled me close and kissed me softly. It was kind of like a thank-you kiss. I.