” She touched his face. “Where you can let go of everything. All the roles we forced ourselves to play growing up.” Matt could almost taste her ...ody and resisted the urge to let his hands wander more than invited. He downed the rest of the glass. “I can play this game,” he said. She leapt to her feet and bounced back into the closet. He sat back on his elbows and watched happily as she dressed and undressed before him again and again. She was rampantly oblivious to the years of awkward sexual. She tugged on it a few times and then I watched as it disappeared into her mouth.It was exquisite.I grabbed her and pulled her up towards me. I shook my head no and mouthed a silent no to her; she just shook her head yes as she grabbed her cotton top pulling it over her head. In one upward pull of her top she revealed her tits to my gaze. Her hands went to her breasts and she tweaked her nipples herself making them hard and stiff.“Suck on them, Dad,” she told me.I watched her nipples grow, my. You and I however gravitated all night towards one another. Discretely. Like when you stood behind me at the crowded bar, waiting to order your cocktail, with your hand firmly grabbing my ass. Or when we sat at the table, you felt my hand on you squeezing your penis through your jeans. The tension was getting almost unbearable, we enjoyed every second of it.Late during the night I texted you to call it a night and meet me in my place in 10min. I said my goodbyes and left. You followed shortly. We talked about the future of our baby; we were scared but happy as well. Having our lives almost snuffed out, or enslaved, and witnessing the death of our guide—we both knew that we would be bringing new life into a supremely dangerous situation. Like me, she had thought about birth control and the possibility of getting pregnant, but it had always gotten pushed out of our heads in those moments where we could have done something about it or discussed it. We had both ignored the issue and put.