I was able to stay awake just long enough until Renee herself had fallen asleep too. She seemed to be unconscious.I fell asleep and slept a short but ...ery restful sleep. I woke up and got out of bed. there There was no reason to put clothes on, so I just left my clothes lying there on the floor and walked down the hallway to my kitchen. I grabbed some fruit out of a bowl I had put tin the refrigerator and set to the task of cutting up some or of it. I sliced up a banana, an apple, a pear and a. Without the endorphins from full arousal, pain was just pain. “I don’t see any bruising.”I made a slight huff. “I don’t bruise.”I felt your attention sharpen at my words, remember the flutter of panic. Oh crap. Did I really just admit that? Aloud? Damn and blast.You didn’t say anything about it, just continued to stroke and tantalize until I was moaning in delight, arching into your touch. “Such a dirty slut, cum leaking out of your cunt.” You slid a finger inside me, eliciting a delighted moan. That was until, unexpectedly, the edge of her small hand brushed the glazed purple tip. Quickly she pulled away, as if having touched a hot radiator. Eyes squeezed tight to maintain the pretence of sleep George could nonetheless feel her eyes boring into his groin, surveying and appraising his manhood. "Dad?" she whispered. "Are you awake?"Naturally George continued to feign sleep, breathing deeply and muttering gibberish. "Dad?" she reiterated, a little louder, a little purr vibrating on her. He's coming to pick me up at11:00." "What! That's out of the question. You . . . you got too much sunyesterday. You can put that swimming business off until tomorrow or thenext day!" he sputtered. Davie looked at him, disappointment and dismay plainly evident inher lovely face. "Daddy! What's the matter? Why don't you want me togo swimming with Randy Ferris?" she asked him plaintively. "I . . . I didn't say you couldn't go swimming with him, honey. It's just . . . well, Randy is a lot older.