He doesn’t know where to put his hands. Most of him wants to reach around and grabs those young, firm melons to squeeze them. Part of him wants to h...ld his daughter’s hips and grind her body into his. Ignoring the urge to just rip off the girl’s tight underwear, he manages to move her to the side, his hand only slipping once and brushing her breasts. He stand, his wet shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide the huge erection standing straight out before them. Candace just sits there in the. . the PACKAGE!! You hastily open it. Inside is a note, which you set aside for the moment. Under the note are two more items. The first is a blindfold - not a mere bandanna to be tied around the head, but an elegant "sleep mask"; black satin with an adjustable leather headband. When you briefly try it on, the soft pile lining rests comfortably against your eyes. The darkness is complete. The second item is a candle. It's bright (almost blood) red, about an inch wide and eight inches. " You have it exactly. I have thought about what you offer, and I do not know if I can do it or not. Normally these kinds of decisions, of such importance would be something the whole family would decide together." Perhaps that is the answer then Fred. You and I need to talk to your Father together, and let you decide together, as a family." I think he would decide to do it, if it was my wish." Freddie said after some thought. "We do what we do because we have found it is something we are good. "Say please." Please."Reluctantly Andrea climbed off his knee. "Men!"She put the kettle on. Christopher moved behind her and put his hands on her hips. She flashed him a smile over her shoulder. She had to get the cafetiere and mugs out and they enjoyed their bodies brushing together. When she bent over to retrieve the coffee and the milk from the fridge that was even more exciting. As they waited for it to brew Andrea turned in his hands and her arms went round his neck."I can't tell you how.