She wanted him so much, every time she saw him her thoughts turned dirty and depraved. She knew he was much older and married but it only made her des...re for him more wrong, and therefore more exciting. At night she dreamt of his thin strong mouth lapping at her wet pussy, his stubble scratching her delicate skin- arousing her more and more. She wore shorter skirts and left the top button of her blouse undone. She kept walking past his desk, moving her hips in a seductive way. Going over to ask. Better than hypnotism. Not offers of ice cream, threats of the ping pong paddle. I pulled my left hand back, just above her waist on the left side. Above her ribs. And I tickled her.I've never been ticklish. Dad could get Mom laughing but I never had the guts to try. Mary can be tickled but it's kind of hit and miss.Jill is ticklish. Five year old girl with pigtails and freckles ticklish. You know, the one who crunches up and can't stop laughing when you get within a foot of her and point your. I simply ask, “Who are you?”He lifts his face from my breasts. His blue eyes twinkle, lips twitch up in an impish smile. “I am your lust’s desire.”I take in the strong nose and square jaw…then the heavily muscled chest and stomach…then his full erection. Long, large-girthed, and cut--just like my Jack’s. His balls and shaft are shaven but a thick furry thatch is above it. He pulls me onto his lap. I feel his hard-muscled thighs beneath my buttocks. He slides along the silks sheets until my back. Lazy trails of smoke rose from a hundred fires, and I could see the men and women the tribe working while hordes of children ran among them, playing as they always had. "We will not camp under the stars tonight. Tonight, we be kept warm inside my family's lodge." Elsie did not speak. When I turned, she was staring at the camp as if she had never expected us to be so many. I could see the old nervousness that she once regarded me with return, and her face darkened as she understood. I reached.