A giggle escapes my lips seeing him in the bed, waiting for me. I slowly walk up to him, moving my hips to the music. When I reach the foot of the bed... I dance seductively to the soulful sounds of the jazz playing on the stereo, giving him a hint of what he will have, but not showing him anything just yet, letting his imagination take over. When the song ends, I stand at the foot of the bed looking at him. Man: Seeing her there, moving to the music, I am greatly aroused and beckon for her to. His hand fell from my chest to his side. I carried him to bed and placed him to rest. That night I ran many thoughts threw my head. I pondered the question: Did my father violate me tonight? While drunkenness is no excuse to attach oneself to his daughter sexually (such in the case of Lot), my father legitimately thought I was his wife. I then thought over the idea, I looked nothing like my mother. My features, though feminine, took after my father: where my mother's hair was dark, mine red;. I used to get so hot after these games I would go home and play a lot with myself until late in the night. Kids would sit on his lap and so once I tried to sit on his lap too. I wore the same long sleeved top. He slowly slid his hands through the sides and for the 1st time touched my nipples..Not my boobs. He directly went onto my nipples and squeezed it with his fingers. I parted my lips looking straight with my eyes fixed to a tree down the road. Then the other hand slid in…He did the same to. Who'd probably call the police if she knew what you're thinking? Shame on you, Laura! Get control of yourself, please."Oh, sometimes I get a little mad at him," Rina was saying, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned closer to Laura, looking around to see if anyone was listening. "I mean, he really likes to do it, know what I mean? He's an animal. I mean, I like to too. But he really is oversexed, I think. All he wants to do is... you know. All the time. Every day. Sometimes I can hardly.