”“Can I use it?” Pam exclaimed.“Can we watch?” I asked right back.“Okay, but can I ask you something?”“Yes.”I had confided to Pam wh...t Gorgia had showed me and done to me. “What was it like having Gorgia licking your pussy? I mean, I’ve had sex, but I have never had anyone lick my pussy.”“Your boyfriend doesn’t lick your pussy?”“No, he never has,” Pam confirmed.“Mine has, and I loved it,” Jill added, hugging her body and giving a look of wanting more.Never having played with either of their. ” Ann said mockingly. “Well if you’re going dressed to kill then so will I!”Ann quickly undressed and climbed in the shower. I looked at her reflection in the shaving mirror pretending to finish trimming my facial hair. As the water cascaded down, she washed her body with shower gel and a sponge. She spent time soaping her breasts and belly. Her hands moved slowly over her slippery skin towards her neatly trimmed bush. Ann squeezed some more gel onto her fingers and slid them through her hair. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep. But the thought of Karen and Bret alone in the woods kept returning to his mind, haunting him.What could they be doing out there alone? Why were they gone so long?He knew. Damn it, he knew. His own daughter was out there giving her body away just like a whore. His own daughter!He couldn't stand it. He had to stop her before she went too far. She wouldn't understand it now. But later, after she had matured, she would thank him for protecting her.Frank. Now...I simply worshiped her, realized she was light years out of my league, but grateful for the crumbs I was permitted, the way I could try to make her happy by purchasing things for her, by surrendering my lunch money and going without lunches. I was slowly becoming addicted to the notion--and reality--of making sacrifices for her. The only problem was I couldn't talk with anyone about it. She wouldn't give me the time of day, and there was really no one else I could talk to. The.