We untangled and went down stairs."What do you think?" I asked him."I'll reserve judgment till I can see it in the light with furniture. The paint sti...ks." It always does, Dad," Amber said with a little giggle. We returned to the Fisher house. It was nearly 2100hrs. I didn't go inside."I guess I will be running along now. I will pick you up for school at the regular time," I told Amber, and then, "Good night, sir." Good night, Sergeant Major."Tuesday, Week ThreeI was up early again Tuesday. She felt the urge for her breasts to be free. Sitting forward and reaching behind herself to undo her bra, she pulled it through the arms of her top and discarded it to the side, immediately pulling her top upwards, wanting to feel the cool air on her breasts. Her nipples were hard and aching. Her ache had only been partially satisfied. She wanted and needed more. Slipping her fingers back to the heat between her legs and gently pinching her clit between her thumb and forefinger, she once more. “What about Andre?” I whispered.“He’s passed out. Plus I can just throw covers over us.”“Fine,” I agreed, “but make it quick.”We both quickly undressed and crawled under the covers. I pulled the covers entirely over my head and went down on Chad. He was an average five and a half inches from my guess although it was hard to judge accurately under the darkness of the covers. The measurement was coming solely from my mouth and its experience with various sizes. It was getting hot under the. My dear, we have been over this ground twice today, already. And the answer is the same as it was both times earlier. I will state it only once more: There is some finite limit to the demands I make on you. At least there is in a philosophical sense. However, my dear, you are not even close! Besides, Darling, what's the sense of tanning nude if you can't show off the absence of strap marks?"Then, with an exasperated look on her face, Kathy finished by saying, "Now that the subject is closed,.