She had a job she enjoyed, an aunt who she could trust and confide in far more than she had ever assumed she would be able to do, and an ardent—well... steady and persistent—and highly eligible suitor in William Hagen. And the ache to experience the greater world wasn’t even as pronounced now that she had experienced it. She, of course, wanted to experience it again, but now it had definition and was no longer the frustration it once had been. And the visit to the ‘greater world’ had also. We played with our tongues & wrestled. In the mean while I started to explore her body with my hand – started rubbing her from neck, boobs – nipples, belly button, scratching seductively her pelvic area & then reached her light haired, wet, hot pussy. I gave a very light massage to her clit, then pussy lips & then again brought back my hand to her neck rubbing all her assets. We freed ourselves & was looking deep in to our shining eyes filled with the trance of love & wild lust in the low blue. Again, not thinking much of it, I returned the affection and took her hand into mine and we clasped our fingers together so that we were holding hands.Things began to happen fast after that...my well endowed daughter began to slowly move her hand against mine then moved our hands into her lap. At this point, I'm starting to sweat, I know where this is going and that I shouldn't be doing this but my daughter was SO sexy and these feeling that I had for her were so repressed...Her eyes were still. I could feel pain, but it wasn’t acute. It was my eyes that hurt the most. They were like two steel ball bearings, rolling around in the bottom of a tin can. Even the slightest movement of my head would set them off again. I tried to form a coherent thought. Where was I? What had happened to me? I was lying on a cool, firm surface, trying to concentrate. There was a cover over me. I could feel it. Was I dead? No, the cover stopped at my chest. My chest. I could feel the pain just below the.