”Stacey’s hand was wandering up her thigh toward her teenage pussy, which was itching to be touched again. “But you’re hard now, Daddy.” She...pulled the shirt open wide, exposing herself fully to him, finally finding the courage, letting him know she wanted him to see all of her. Her tits jutted out from her chest, proud and high. She rubbed her nipples, which were harder than she could ever remember them being.Her father just stared, open-mouthed, as she played with her tits and rubbed her. “Well, he took me for a drink one lunchtime and he really flirted with me and I got a bit tipsy. It was fun and he made me feel good. It’s not often a young guy chats me up like that. He put his hand up my skirt at the bar, slipped his fingers under my panties and probed at my clit. I even got a chance to rub his cock while he stood buying the drinks. You know the sort of fun, a bit of teasing but nothing more. He walked me back to my office. Then he closed the office door behind him. I had my. ”Jason sighed. Joan had made sure that Jason knew he himself was Gina’s father, but some tribe members still thought that it was George, as weird as that seemed.“Mommy Makayla loves you just as if you were her own, buddy, and you came first. So why don’t you tell your YOUNGER brother that he’s full of shit?” He turned Al round and gave his son a swat on the butt as the young boy giggled at the forbidden swear word and ran back to camp, his adult-sized shirt hanging on him like a tunic.In the. She whispered to me that the difference was that her butt was more tender than mine, and I couldn’t argue with that. Red gave us each two cards to carry in our wallets with our licenses, one that said we had completed the course, and another so that any time we did something that would normally get us in trouble, like driving on the sidewalk or hitting garbage cans with the bumper to send them flying like hockey pucks, we could show the card to the police and they’d let the FBI take care of it..