"Please touch me." As she felt the presence of her father linger over her, hesitating, she urged him even more in her mind. "Geez Dad, c'mon! Grab tho...e puppies! I've only got them spread out for you. What? Do you need a written invitation?" After daddy had tucked her in and retreated, Eleanor again slipped out of bed and padded naked down the hall way, vibrator in hand hoping to watch her parents fuck. This time she watched in delight as dad flipped mom onto her knees and took her from behind.. Her coat was parted only enough to allow her some freedom of movement for her legs. I thought I detected a white blouse and some cleavage but I wasn’t sure. I saw her glance in my direction and I nodded a polite hello. She cracked a small smile and nodded back. I tried to work, I really did but my eyes kept returning to her nylons. I sat there looking at her legs lost in the imagination of running my hands up and down the smooth nylons, following the curve of her calves and sliding my hands up. I reached out with my senses to touch her.I hadn't been able to do that with her much. It was as if she didn't have much to sense, like her sense was hibernating, hidden inside. This time, whether it was because we were touching or because she was more open to me, I could feel her better, even if it was just a little bit. I sensed that her tears were tears of joy and satisfaction; I was trusting her with my dreams. They were shared between us, and no one else. She would treasure them forever.I. Removed doubts.'No, not now.' She smiled at Thomas. 'No doubts ... I love you ... and only you.' Thomas grinned like a schoolboy. Suzanne frowned and flushed. It was going to hurt, and she did not want to hurt him.'Before I accepted your proposal you made some promises.'Thomas felt his heart stop.Surely not!Not now!Suzanne could see the consternation on her husband's face. She flushed, but it was too late now. She remembered Peter, dancing close, she remembered.'He's huge, honey, I mean Huge.