She was fighting it, her carnal desires. Part of her wanted to be my total slut, but some small part of her was rebelling and not giving in. I squeeze... my right hand together, which pushed my thumb down on her clit and my fingers up against her G-spot.“Are you going to deny yourself this? Are you going to deny me, Ashley?”She moaned as my fingers worked their magic. She gasped as I gently suckled her nipple. Her arms fell around my neck, holding me to her breast as her breathing began to come. “Hands behind your head. Good girl.”Jack looked his oldest daughter from head to toes. She didn’t have much pubic hair, and her tits were just small mounds and her hips were still boyish. But if she was anything like her mother, she’d develop a nice body within the next year. Jack had asked Ruth about his mother at the same age. He really looked forward to watching her blossom.“Turn sideways to the left.”“Now face away from me. Drop your hands, bend over and spread your ass cheeks apart.”Stacy. "A minute later Mary escorted Dan to my door and nudged him inside before closing the door behind him. He looked lost in the acre of carpeting between me and the door.I motioned for him to come in and have a seat in one of the comfortable chairs in the living room part of my office, versus the more formal area around my desk.Before he sat, Dan stammered, "Errr, thank you for seeing me, Mr. Worthington. I just felt that I should come by and say something..." Dan, would you like a cup of coffee. One day, I entered the examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her injection."No, no, no!" she screamed."Lizzie," scolded her mother, "that's not polite behavior."With that, the girl yelled even louder, "No, thank you! No, thank you!"On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son, "Dad, I know babies come from mommie's tummies, but how do they get there in the first place?"After my son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally spoke up in disgust, "You.