You just did it when I pushed you, maybe once every three weeks – you know, when it was about tampon time -- and then it was just because I wanted ...ou to. Not like you had overwhelming lust for my body anymore. Be honest now, isn’t that right?” “Okay, yeah, I have to admit that’s true. Not that I didn’t – don’t – love you! It was just, you know, a duty. I guess lust went out the window a long time ago.” “Well,” she said, “maybe that’s what married life is all about. Maybe that’s why. She took a deep breath as she pulled her skirt up to her waist. When he saw she was wearing panties, his face took on a stern look. I told you not to wear panties to work, he said. Im sorry, she said quickly. I forgot. Calmly, he opened a desk drawer and pulled out a pair of scissors. Grabbing the panties at the waist, he quickly cut them off and tossed them onto his desk. There was a look of total dismay on her face when he looked at her again. Maybe that will help you remember from now on.. I knew she was a young woman, twelve years old. I saw her start to develop curves in the right places, but I just noted it in passing. I never admired a new curve as a course of sexuality. It was my daughter Jessica, nothing else.One night, I distractedly started to stroke her calf and tickle her a little under her foot. Jessica isn't ticklish in any way, but she smiled a little as if she liked it, so from that day on, I added this new variant to our reading-time. What struck me as odd was that. Then I slowly removed her tee and went a step back to see her. she looked so delicate like a flower and just took her face into my hands and started kissing her. This was the first time I was finding her to be beautiful and lovable.She suddenly stopped me and looked around if anyone was watching but I just pulled her back to me and started to kiss her and she was taken aback due to the passion filled in me she just saw the raw beast in me when she wanted me to make love to her and now she.