I was incredibly aroused. Slipping my fingers between my legs, they came up soaking wet. This only added to my confusion. Why was I so aroused? Was it...the memory of the incredible orgasm Renaud had given me with his fingers and tongue? Or something deeper, more animalistic, a base emotion in me that had been present but hidden for so very long?My immediate problem were the cold tiles of the floor. Where my body touched them was starting to be painful so I moved. But I never strayed far from the. Veronica, the older of the two, seemed a bit slimmer than her younger sister, but that could have just been their different ages. They were already shockingly pretty, but in an immature way. Abel knew that when they reached adolescence, they’d break more than their share of hearts.That opinion was reinforced when Veronica took one look at Abel and got a gleam of admiration in her eyes. At the moment, it was more of an innocent crush without anything consciously sexual about it. She just saw a. "Yes, Dad. Of course you may. Mind you," she added loftily, "a lot of it may go over your head." Oh, doubtless," he replied airily, "but I should be able to correct all your silly spelling mistakes." Spell-checked." And still leaving f-a-r-e for f-a-i-r not to mention y-o-u-r and y-o-u-'-r-e." Mere pedantic trifles." She flung her arms round his neck. "Love you, New Daddy." Love you back, sweety." He gave her a peck on the nose.Zoë smiled brilliantly and danced off upstairs.Jerry settled down. ”I asked her what happened. She told me that she had some kind of back pain and it hurt sometimes. She also said that when Dikshit was here, he used to give her massage but now he was out of town and there was nobody who can massage her.I thought it was the right moment and approached her with the proposal that if she was comfortable, I can give her a good back massage. She denied it and said that she didn’t want to trouble me. I said that it would not be a trouble and I would love to give her.