And if we're lucky enough to be able to teach them properly, to make them proud of their bodies instead of ashamed, then they won't have any of our ol... hangups."Lester frowned. "I don't know; I mean--hell; I have a young daughter, but I never thought about fucking her." Oh come on, now," Debbie cut in. "I've seen you eyeing Mary's tight little butt, and sneaking looks at her tits." Okay, maybe I have; she's a beautiful little girl. But I just kind of look; I don't really plan on putting it to. Half an hour later we were sitting in my living room with a glass of red wine each of us in our hands.we talked a lot about everything, but mostly about her ex boyfriend and the affaire she had had after that just a few weeks before."you know" she said already a bit tongue-loosed for the wine " that guy was an asshole, he was married and I believed him everything, anyway, the other one, i thought he was ok, but when I went to his place, I was so..." She was finding the words " so horny, I'm. Lekin tumne kabhi bhi mana nahi kee. Jab mai ruka to isbat se hume puro privacy nahi mili aur is bat ki dar se ki koi aa na jaye. Isliye humchahate hain ki ab hotel ke kamare me jakar humlogo ko puri privacy mile.” Mai itna kahakar ruk gaya aur didi ki taraf dekhne laga ki ab didi bhi kuch bole. Jab didi kuch nahiboli to mai phir unse kaha, “ab tum kya chahatee ho?” Didi tab mujhse boli, “iska matlabeh hua ki tum isliye mere sath hotel jana chahate hai wahan ja kar tu muje achhee taraf sechoo. ' he purrs into her ear, forcing as much of his hand into her as she is physically able to take. Then he goes on and licks her blood off the back of his hand. 'Maybe it should freak me out,' she thinks 'but it doesn't.' He offers it to her and with just the tip of her tongue, she tastes her own blood. The last time she did this, she was maybe ten. It doesn't taste like anything. If anything, it tastes like dirt. She traces the tip of her tongue up his thumb, then down and up again. Her lips.