She then took me over to the boy’s section.Without sending me off to try them on, she got me some swim trunks and a pair of tank tops. Back in shoes...she got a pair of shoes for her and one for Celine. I followed her around as she got a few more things and then we headed toward the checkout. Surprisingly we spent less than two hundred dollars.Outside she headed down toward a breezeway with a sign over it indicating more stores. Instead of going into any of them she looked around quickly before. "He's hot," she whispered in my ear. "Look at his legs."Then I had a thought. Maybe I didn't get it. Maybe it was time to "train" Karissa. For the good of the business.I went back around to Maxwell's other side, out of Karissa's sight."Let's try something," I said to him. Then, under my breath, "Go with it."I started the massage. I oiled his back. I worked my fists into the knots, smoothed out his spine. In the old days, I'd have nothing on beneath my robe. But now I was wearing panties and. My dad always told me to take ahold on number of pictures because in those days like in early 2000’s we have todevelop the photos in the studio which cost extra money. And my sister used to always request me to take a snap of her. I initially usedto refuse but since my perspective changed towards her i started taking snapsher more often. So on this festival day my sister was wearing new Gagra so she asked me to takemany snaps of her.Now I wanted to use this as abait to do somehting more. My dad. --- He watched as she padded through the living room in her socks. He gazed over her slender body, from her gently curving chest down to her firm, round ass and long legs nestled in a pair of tight jeans. She stopped by the large white sofa, looking down at the phone in her hands, and he took this moment to emerge. He glided soundlessly up and with a swift, practiced motion, wrapped his arms around her from behind. She tensed and tried to scream, but his hand was already covering her face. His.