The little minx knew it too. I caught her watching me look down her blouse. “Can I borrow some of your blanket please?” Danny implored. “Sure ...hing kiddo slide in here and get warm," I replied. We turned on a sitcom and were intently watching when Danny grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. I gently rubbed her groin through her sweats. The way we had the blanket pulled up it made a tent so none of our movements could be seen by my wife sitting four feet away. I slid my hand under. He had placed the newspaper that he carried in on the coffee table. Karen glanced at the paper with a quizzical look. Doug said “There is an interesting article on page nine I want to show you, but please, let’s wait until after dinner.” Pointedly changing the subject, Doug said “Should I be concerned about eating something Jake has cooked?”Karen laughed with her adorable tinkling laugh, “Oh, no. Jake is a much better cook than I am. I can tell you with absolute certainly, Jake did not marry me. She handed a black skirt over to me. Ipulled it up while she kept digging around. The skirt was about mid-thigh,a nice length, but still showed some leg. It was a bit flouncy, almost likea school girl type skirt."Now, since you're mostly going to be in the woods and whatnot, we don'treally want spike heels, so we have some nice wedges, that should stillgive it a nice look, but not have you sinking into the ground each step,"she explained. "And the topper," she said picking up a long flowing. “Yes,” she whispered anxiously.“Have you ever seen a man’s penis before, Lizzie?”“Of course, I have, Mr. G,” she exclaimed somewhat unconvincingly.Was this girl a virgin?“An erect one?” “Yes, I have,” Elizabeth insisted. “Please let me see yours.”The ball was in my court. What should I do? If I exposed myself there would be no turning back. But who was I fooling? Things had already gotten out of hand. If I had been thinking with my head – the one on my shoulders, that is – I would have sat up.