Then I came to know that she is a deep sleep. Again after some time I moved near her and slowly put my hand on her breast over her T-shirt. Wow! What ... soft mountains are they? I thought to myself. For some time I felt them and felt her nipples hard. My heart was beating faster doing all this things. I was at peak of arousal and wanted to feel her pussy area. I moved my hand very slowly from boobs to pussy and slowly put my hand on it, Oh my dick! It was so hotttttttttttttttt. I kept my hand on. I did clumsy 360. After all, what the hell was I supposed to do - strut down a catwalk?"I was afraid of that." She said out loud to no one in particular.She's afraid? She's Afraid? SHE'S AFRAID!?!"What are you afraid of?" I asked with trepidation."That hair. Look at it. You're back looks like shag carpeting. It simply has got to go." What do you mean it has to go?" I didn't like where this was going."I mean, unless you want to look absolutely ridiculous, that hair has got to come off - and all. *****About two weeks after we got back, I got a call from Cecilia. Dad asked her out, she found that sitter again but allowed more time, and they spent a wonderful night of lovemaking. A few days later, however, Dad confessed to her how he "got his groove back." "He told you that?" I gasped, dreading what she would say next."We have promised not to have secrets and besides, why should I be mad? He is grateful to you, but he's in love with me. As we say, 'No hay mal que por bien no venga.'" Oh,. The nipple is very hard. I wrap my lips around it. My tongue flicks over the tip. I hear you softly moan. Then I move to the other side. Your eyes are closed, mouth slightly open. Your breathing is deep and steady. I move my tongue down the middle of your body. I can taste the water from the shower as it runs down your body. I move down to your pussy, now on my knees. I curl my tongue up and touch your clit. You moan even louder. You put your hands on the sides of my head. Now I have you right.