I couldn’t understand what was going on as the voices of the boys sounded as if I were underwater. I couldn’t really feel anything except the tigh...ness in my chest and the knot in my stomach.I wanted to wee. I was suddenly aware of the sensation and tried not to focus on it. Time had slowed down almost to a stop, everything seemed out of synch and still I stood there, shivering.I realized there was a shape in front of me and somebody speaking and I struggled to listen.It was Boy#1.To this day,. In other circumstances, I might have taken the time to appreciate even to worship his body. But his needs were urgent, as were mine. Still I had at least to lick and taste his essence. I knelt before his ass, and moved into kiss, to lick, to thrust with my tongue. A low moan told me that was good for him, as did his hips moving against my face, then his hands reaching back and pushing me to him. I could taste the sweat of his earlier passion and the musk of his passage to paradise. And then his. He led me to my bed and lay me down, he lit the candles that covered most flat surfaces in my room and turned the lights off. He returned to me and started kissing me gently but with great passion and pulled off both of our bathing suits. He ran his hands all over my body, almost, but never really touching me. I could feel the heat of his hands and the crazy need for him to actually touch me. Everywhere his hands passed my skin covered in goose bumps. This exquisite torture lasted so long; to. We found ‘Mandy’ crying in bed and she told us the whole story before we un-tranced her,” said Dave.Michelle looked into my eyes with an intensity I’ve never seen before. “Ever since that night, something has been wrong with Amanda. Now she needs help and there is only one person we know that she would completely trust to help her.”“That person is you,” said Dave.“Me?!!!” I asked, jumping out of my skin.“Yes, you, Daddy. Aside from her real dad, you’re the closest thing to a father she’s ever.