See darling the more you fight the harder your dad gets hit, you understand, I knod, he starts kissing me, and playing with my nipples, he whispers in...my ear do not worry my dear I am not going to hurt, to works his way down my neck and starts kissing, licking sucking my breats, I am getting more and more turned on, he says awww your seem to be enjoying this, he says let me see how wet you are, he enters his fingers unto my pussy, I am so wet, he takes them out and licks of my juice, he then. I think we even stopped breathing. We couldn't even look at one another, but I found the strength to close my fingers around her hand. It felt cold -- even so I think my palm was sweating. I felt her lean against me more. As she did, I could feel the wetness from my pre-cum starting to soak my shorts. It was quite surreal, but I couldn't get enough of her touch. Our fingers entwined. I could feel her rapid heartbeat through her fingers. Finally, we slowly turned toward one another and our eyes. This time I tried to peep through to keyhole of her room. Though I could not see her changing I saw her walking towards the mirror in the tights. My jaw dropped and her figure, it was sexy as hell. I imagined she had a good ass but this was far from what I had imagined. Her legs were thick and curvy, her thighs were juicy and in great shape and her ass was heavy but tight. I wanted to break down that door, rip off those tights and just suck on that ass. Just her sight in those tights gave me a. All Bonnie could do was close her eyes and think, 'Thank God! The last ones had hardly just begun to heal!' Then not wanting to chance saying anything wrong, she hurried out of the house before the young woman could start a conversation.She thought of Greg while driving to work. She hadn't heard from him and wondered if he would be at the gas station.He wasn't though, and she wondered if he would be by when she got off for lunch. Then Bonnie wondered what she was going to say to him if he was?.