I found myself watching her from across the way as she worked in the store across from me. She'd come over once in a while and ask to borrow random i...ems. Turns out she came in one day to confess that she in fact was just making excuses to come in to talk to me. She was a beautiful brunette with hair that just passed her shoulders. She had Beautiful, big brown eyes that could stop your heart from beating. The softness of her face and features were exotic and captivating. She had milky. That's just what happens, sometimes.I was sitting on a park bench reading a paperback. I love to read. Always have. It was a late summer evening, and the breeze from the Charles River was blowing gently, just enough to keep the muggy May air a little cool. The riverbanks weren't crowded, the occasional rollerblade couple, once in a while someone walking a dog. I was far enough down river to miss most of the kids; they tended to congregate up by the Hatch Shell, especially when there was no. I wrapped my arms around her snuggly and lifted her from the ground, hearing her back pop two or three times as I did so. As I put her back down she began to turn back toward me, my hand slid inside her muscle shirt and cupped her left tit. I softly squeezed and felt the nipple begin to swell before I released her. "Daddy!!" "Sorry, I thought it was your arm." "No, not that. You got something wet on my butt." She turned back around and there was a trail of wetness across her right ass cheek. I had just put them in my pantie draw and forgotten about them. A couple of days later I came home from some shopping and I noticed that my bedroom door was open. Now I always make sure that my door is closed and nobody, not even my mother is allowed inside. I tip toed up to the door and looked inside.There was Mark standing by my draws with one of my photos in his hand, his other hand was whacking off his stiff cock while he looked at my naked tits. I was just about to scream out when I.