He looked down her body. His eyes drinking in her pert breasts, wondering at their incredible beauty. He admires the outer curve, shaping so elegantly...towards her nipple. He cant resist touching every part as his eyes come to rest on them. The smooth skin over her ribcage begging to be kissed. His hand slowly trails down to her tummy, the muscles on her tummy jerking, making her giggle. He smiles up at her naughtily, and begins to nibble, sucking lightly on her neck and lightly pressing his. . the guilt set in.With the two of them still carrying on, I slipped quietly down the hallway back towards the stairs. As I did, I wondered if this was something I should bring up and discuss with my wife. I put a big "whoa" to that thought however, realizing if I did, she'd no doubt wonder what the hell I thought I was doing, standing there listening in on our daughter's private thoughts, and intimacy. Neither Janet nor I had ever had a problem with people being gay or straight or anything in. I’m not sure what it is I like about her, but there’s something about her that draws my gaze. I can’t help staring. She’s a bigger girl… not fat, just…generous. Curvy, even, and her perfect white skin with her red lipstick are driving me crazy for some reason.She’s reading a book, oblivious to the crowded train, engrossed in a novel. I’m staring at her from across the train, and I can’t keep my eyes off her crossed legs, clad in black nylon, a mid calf skirt covering them. My eyes trail up to. The servos stopped. We all stood up straighter. The big service elevator doors in front of us opened.“I guess they’re waiting up top to welcome us.” Mel said with noticeable relief. She pushed her nipple into the cup of her bikini and then pulled her hair out of the top strap. I grabbed Amanda’s shaking shoulders. She was the first onto the big lift. We moved to the back.“Are we leaving everything down here?” Traci asked, hovering back as the other twenty one Fuck Island employees followed Mel.