I realize this is somewhat of a taboo subject, but we both seem to have similar thoughts, desires, and needs.” “Mom, are you sure this is what you...want? Have you thought this through? I know I shouldn’t be saying this because all you’re telling me is what I’ve been dreaming of. “ “Yes I do. I understand that there might be repercussions, but I don’t give a damn. Seeing you with my panties pushed me over the edge regarding caution. However we must be careful to ensure that that nobody ever hears. ‘Very good work, Mr. Rodgers I’ve got your check right here but I’d like to keep you on it if you’re not too busy. I need you to follow Mrs. Clark some more and oh yes, much more pictures.’ ‘But Mr. Clark these should be more than enough to prove that your wife is cheating on you…’ ‘Mr. Rodgers I already know my wife cheats on me, I not looking for evidence I’m looking for titillation.’ He went on to tell me of a marriage gone stale and the role-playing games they indulged in to spice up the. As she got ready for bed, she noticed that her panties were sopping wet. The fullness between her legs kept her awake long after midnight. She kept touching her breast and her wetness with restless wonder. Her last thoughts before drifting off were of Daddy. Daddy: What just happened? His daughter had been sitting on his lap as always, and he had been enjoying her body in the determinedly acceptable way he had always managed. As her body ripened, he knew he was fantasizing, but as long as. She didn't scream or anything and didn't seem that frightened, just determined. I couldn't be sure though so I crossed the street just as she passed me and when the guy, boy, ran by I tripped him and he fell down on the pavement with a cry and stayed there. The girl turned as she heard the cry."That serves you right!" she cried to him but stayed to see that he was OK. "Are you all right?" she asked immediately after the first angry words and when she saw and heard that he was and he started to.