She spread her legs allowing her father access to her. He slid his hand over her shorts and between her thighs – then applied pressure. Her body spr...ng to life with the touch. Her pussy burned with painful anticipation, as he rubbed again, pulling her back into a kiss. He began to rub her, torture her body as he suckled on her lips – pulling from her throat gentle whimpers of desperation. Emily felt her soft lips swell – her channel weeping within. “Oh god,” the words came from divinity, but. " Of course. I'd never miss out on all the looks we're getting," he said slyly. "Wait until you take the stole off." Ooh, you know me too well," she answered, pleased.The Gunny held her chair out for her when they reached the table, and she sat, at a table for eight, with another, older couple. The man was in Evening Dress also, but without the cloak."I'll go check the cloak and stole," the Gunny said to Lenore, "what would you like to drink? Never mind, I'll see if they have a Chardonnay .... Then she pulled roughly to bring our lips together. I kissed her hard and deep, licking inside her mouth like she was hiding treasure there.“That is so hot,” Mark murmured.Bethany broke our kiss to mutter, “I want you to put it in me a little.”“I can’t, sweetheart, it wouldn’t be safe.”“Just a little, please? I just want to feel it for a second, then you can take it out.”“I’d hurt you if I did that.”“No, I’ll tell you if it hurts. Please, I’m aching.”I sat back a little and held Bethany’s hand.. .I...it feels...makes me feel..."What did she feel?"Tell me." Aching..." And she moaned as the still steady flick of her fingernail up and down against the tip of her quivering clit brought slight, steady convulsions out of her."A little faster, a little more firm," was all he said.With every stroke of her finger tip, with slightly more pressure pressing against her clit, she felt it began to be pulled slightly...every so slighty...up and down with each stroke of her finger tip. Up...and.