“Yes, Daddy. Please… touch me.”He put his hands on my bare midriff, then turned me around so I faced away from him. His rough hands slid up slow...y… under my shirt… and then he touched the underside of my breasts. I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and laying my head against his chest and shoulder. His hands slid up higher to where he cupped me fully. Jesus Christ. Daddy is holding my tits!My mind spun, especially when he tweaked my nipples. I was glad I was a D-cup, it made me feel good. I showed her the pic so she could see it was true."You haven't read The House of the Seven Gables?" Again I had a hard time believing it. "You belong in a story like that, full of mystery and romance and ghosts."Whoa! That's romance-novel dialogue. Unless she's a complete innocent she'll laugh at it.But she didn't. That should have told me something.I pulled her away from the house, out into the sky. Of course her hand was cold and she was glad for me to take it. We walked into legitimately old. Soon after we had gotten into the taxi to leave I felt her lean in close to me, I turned my head to look at her and she kissed me softly on the lips. We let our lips linger on each others for a while and as I pulled away in a drunken haze she smiled and let her hand slowly move across my stomach before grabbing round the waist and pulling me in closer. We kissed again, this time more passionately. Our tongues explored each others mouths and all I wanted to do was rip her clothes off! Much. But a lonely feeling overcame my senses. Despite how I see myself, I have never had any real luck when it comes to love.I sat down on the bed while still gazing at the mirror. "I've never really been with a man for more than a year now," I thought longingly. I gently closed my eyes as images of the teen standing in front of me flashed in my mind. I lifted my head up and gently caressed my throat. I could still feel his cock in my mouth. The way he smells still lingers even after the shower; he.