And those eyes; she has eyelashes to die for. My hand is on her thigh. The skin is soft and smooth. She doesn’t usually shave her legs - in fact, I ...an’t remember the last time she did - but her thighs are always silky. I wonder… Move that hand up her thigh. Slowly, slowly… It’s difficult to move smoothly because she’s a bit sweaty; my hand wants to stick to her thigh. If I move too lightly it’ll tickle her, and she’ll wake up. Move too suddenly, and she’ll be equally suddenly awake. Another. Why cannot all men be like my Daddy? My dad does not want sex from me every time he cooks me dinner, he just loves me for me. My dad decided to throw me this amazing party that had food, games, events and my two favorite rappers, Fat Pimp, T-Cash along with Prince Rick. They surprised me at my party and each rapped for me. It was the most amazing party that I'd ever heard of and not even my mom could have ruined it! Oh my Goodness, my mom abused me for 2 years when I was a little girl. My Daddy. I moved back down her body slowly running my fingers down to her ankles and stood at the end of the table and starting with the left leg slowly massaged her right up the inside of her thigh stopping at the top for a few seconds feeling the dampness of her protruding labia lips before repeating the process on her right leg but this time as I ran up the inside of her thigh I ran up her left thigh at the same time which opened her legs wider exposing her glistening honey pot.She moaned out as my. ’ ‘Eric here. Nice to meet you.’ ‘Likewise.’ ‘What brings you to this hick town?’ Eric asked. Benjamin pointed to Francis’s house. ‘Francis invited me.’ ‘Yeah. I know Francis. We spoke many times on her front porch while she was waiting for her husband to come home from work.’ Eric looked Benjamin in the eye with a serious expression. ‘Did you bring a condom?’ ‘No. Will I need one?’ ‘I doubt it matters. If you had a condom, she would probably poke holes in it while your back was turned anyway.’.