I love the textures, the veins popping up more strongly as your arousal grows, the coarse hairs that contrast so deliciously with your smooth, soft sk...n. And the helmet, it’s shape is so fascinating, the rim enticing, the winking little eye, dripping it’s tears beckons. It twitches at me eagerly, so desperate to home in on something warm and moist. I dip my head, trailing my hair across your stomach. That always tickles you, adding to your sensitivity. My tongue laps dreamily over your eye,. 'Want to tell me about it?' I asked, knowing really I shouldn't really have opened that line of conversation.'Gave him a blow-job, and then he thought he was going to fuck me up the arse' Carly blurted out. 'Oooops!' I thought. I know where this is leading.... and I didn't want to go there.'Carly, there is more to sex than just fucking, you know....' as soon as the words left my mouth I thought 'what the FUCK are you saying???????''Like what?' she replied.'Well, like pleasuring your partner in. My father rolled out of bed and picked me up as if I was nothing. Gently he carried me to the bathroom and placed me in the tub. Running the tub half full of warm water be bathed me, gently, sweetly, lovingly. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, teasing. Pinching my nipples between his finger tips. Touching my tiny clit, probing my little ass hole, finger fucking my pussy. Bringing me to another wonderful orgasm. He toweled me dry afterwards and carried me tomy bed, then went in and. The first question out of my mouth was, "How was Mr.Jackson?" I was told he had been in a bad way for a while, but he didrecover.My head was still in a bit of a fog, but that last part of 'for a while'did not escape me. For all I knew, I only had a mild concussion frombeing knocked silly, and everything had happened a day or two ago. Iposed that as a question to the doctor, and the whole room went quiet.The doctor then sat next to me and in a very compassionate voice told methat I had been.