Do you want me or not?I walked over to her and asked her. "You sure?"She bit her lip and nodded.I took hold of her sweater and slowly peeled it off ov...r her head to reveal a plain cream blouse. One by one, I undid each button as we both stared at my fingers doing their thing. She shrugged her shoulders and let the blouse fall to the floor to leave her standing there rubbing her arms. My eyes dropped to her half mooned breasts heaving erotically in her fresh white brassiere. She was about to. “Alright. What I was trying to say is that sometimes you can like two different things equally as much. They’re just different. That’s how I feel about being with you and Mrs. Sanderson.”“Okay.”That was that. Subject closed. But, that night, Sia arrived in bed wearing a soft pink nightshirt. She cuddled close. As I kissed her, I recognized something else. My daughter was insecure and wanted to be desired, wanted me to want her, work for her; her way of reinforcing her appeal to me. She wanted. Landers house, the hill that had been half torn up by a recent storm. With no regard for his own safety, he flung himself down the hill. On the way down he crashed through a few bushes, hit his shin on a big rock and got, if it was possibly, even more filthy. For a moment he paused to examine his camouflage. His legs and arms were magnificently scrapped, but even better was his bloody right knee and his right hand, which had managed to pick up four or five thorns. Grinning from ear to ear, he. "Oh, I was just kidding. Just to see what you'd say." Cindy pushed her shoulders back and circled the bed like a vulture. "You know what I think? I think you let Eddy do it to you and now you're worried that he did it a little too good." Well, he didn't do it to me," Cindy snapped, "so you can relax."For a while neither of them said a word. Cindy had reclined in a chair and was examining the end of one finger. When she looked at Gayle again, her eyes were softer."I didn't mean to tease you,.