Oh, my sisters and I knew that it was a pipe dream. He was a coal miner in Ohio, and the closest we ever got to Europe was an annual trip to Cincinnat... for The Nutcracker.It was still a fun fantasy, and my sisters and I would play the music and do our pretend dance moves until our mother got tired and told us to go play outside.As we got older, my sisters got more interested in boys than dancing, and while I wasn’t exactly uninterested, my heart was set on dancing.While my father made good. "You are one hot piece of ass, aren't you? My cock is already hard," he was drooling with anticipation. "You don't know what your in for, do you?" He pushed her back against the car door and his hands went to both of her breasts. Kneading and pinching them roughly. He rubbed them in circles and then pinched her nipples through her bra. She opened her mouth to scream. "Don't make me get my weapon out." he said very softly in total control. He ripped her thin cotton shirt. .no, don't worry, she... I guess, she didn't recognize me. She wantedto..." I swallowed. "To get to know me... and Joe..." Joe? Hartford? What has he got to do with it?" I didn't meet him but he saw me when they arrived at Deirdre's salon.He..." They were there? At McCormack's?" Yes, Debbie and Kim went inside while the rest of them stayed in thevan... and I heard Joe yelling something about a date..."Sharon gasped and Tanya giggled, shaking her head again. "Wow... JoeHartford asked for a. She thoroughly enjoyed stimulating herself; lazily… She considered once again the last time she saw Cathy and the softness of the kiss the two women shared. She remembered her private thoughts about the effects it had on her and wondered to herself if the ‘pizza and a movie’ at Cathy’s place did not have an ulterior motive to it. Once again she reflected on her thoughts up on the mountain, her opinion of Cathy as a Woman, she ‘felt’ again, the kiss Cathy gave her. Suddenly her lust proliferated.