She fell asleep on my shoulder and I wouldn't wake her.Once, during the night, I woke up and the blanket had parted around her chest. I could see thro...gh her cleavage nearly to her stomach below. She was wearing a low tank top. Her left breast was right there. I could see myself pulling my daughter's shirt down and putting her in my mouth. I could feel my hard-on pressing against her side.But I held myself back, held her tighter, and fell back asleep.We slept together for most of the night. Bess heaved a sigh of deep satisfaction and dreamily closed her eyes.Faith's voice burst forth in a hoarse whisper, "Good Lord!" What's the matter, baby?" asked Lucia, grinning. "Gettin' to ya?" That's the dirtiest thing I ever saw," she said, then added in a faint whisper, "But damn... is it ever exciting!" Wanna try it?" Oh no, Lucia! I couldn't let myself into that kind of thing." Some afternoon?" Lucia coaxed. "Just you and me and Sam?"Faith quickly glanced around to see if any of the. I inspected my outfit and frowned in puzzlement. The line of buttons down the front of my dress could have given my admirer a much more tantalising view, but for some reason I'd dropped the ball. Normally a few would, no not would, should have been undone, displaying my feminine wares but obviously I'd been distracted. I have a good body and I’m not ashamed of showing it off and couldn’t understand why I’d been so chaste. Admittedly I hadn’t realised that truckers were quite so lecherous but. And my face is pale, my eyes wide. I look scared. Terrified in fact. At least for me. I watch my mirror-image raise her hand, touching it to her lips lightly, incredulously, before drawing it back and looking at it. I touched her with this hand. She... my eyebrow furrows, a few streams of water trickling at the disturbance. She... woke me up... to... to kiss me. To ask me to touch her, to make me touch her. My hand clenches into a fist. And then she ran. Ran back to her room without a word of.