His seat went back and I could see my wife watching him with a smile on her face. They were both laughing as they moved around and my wife's head lowe...ed into his lap. My eyes grew big as it hit me what was going on. I could see the top of her head only from where I was standing as she was leaning between the seats. I watched her brown hair lift up and back down over and over slowly until his hand was place on top of her head. He was looking down at her watching and now and then tossing his. ” She smiled as she reached down so she could play a little bit with her own young pussy. She dabbled with her pussy using her fingers as she toyed around with her clit and as she did she felt herself start to tingle. She felt what almost every girl feels when she touched herself down at her pussy and clitoris. As she played around with her pussy she imagined him as some kind of “hero.” She pictured her daddy as a savior who saved her day. She breathed in. “Oooooohh daddy, you’re such a good. He grabbed her arm and pulled her through the door. “Don't you look cute! All hot and bothered?” Dan asked. “I feel like I'm going to pass out. I'm so freaked.” Maya admitted. “But you came. I knew you would.” Dan was calm. “Come here and sit on my lap. I want you so bad it hurts.” Dan steered her to a couch in the living area of his suite and pulled both her legs across his lap so that she was leaning against the arm of soft chenille. He leaned over her and cradled the back of her head in one. When they were done, they went up to his room to talk. Lena asked about the dreams, and then helped him interpret them. Shedidn't suggest interpretations so much as ask leading questions to helphim understand them himself. She said it was more of the stuff she learnedin self defense. The centipede dream was the simplest. She asked what he was doing justbefore he went to sleep. He told her about the research. She asked whatthe bug in the poem was trying to do. After some prompting, he.