I had felt his fingers against me so many times in passing that it did not take much imagining to make it feel real. It was as if he were right there,...running his fingers over the fabric of my nightgown. “Oh daddy,” I cried out as quietly as I could, my fingers slipping between my legs and running over my panties, just above my sweet spot. I rubbed at my clit through my panties and I could tell that they were getting wet. The thought of daddy’s fingers brushing against my pussy had me so wet I. "Oh Mighty Kathool," he intoned. "Look with favor on this soul we are about to send you."Chinzel could see the idol much more clearly than he really wanted to. Its pendulously fat body was manlike enough, except for long talons on the hands and feet that gripped the deeply incised block of stone that was its perch. A pair of vast bat wings spread to either side, but it was the idol's face that held his attention. It bore no features, human or otherwise. Instead, the entire front of the. Second time she push me away but held my hands so I didn’t leave. The third time we came dangerously close to kissing, but she pushed me away slightly and lifted herself out of the pool. “Let’s go in the hot tub” she suggested because she was afraid of what could happen. When we switched it took about ten minutes to get back into the near kiss situation. This is when she decided to go back into the pool. I reluctantly obliged. This happened maybe five, six more times switching back and. She headed towards the equipment room to attempt a little harmless flirting. The smile on her face disappeared upon seeing the woman standing beside Paul.“Who are you?” Betsy asked.“This is Sue. She’s my girlfriend,” Paul said. “Sue, this is Betsy. I guess you could say that this is her boat.”Betsy looked at Paul. He was a mountain. She looked at Sue. She was a mouse. She looked at Paul trying to imagine him being with Sue. She couldn’t imagine it.“Aren’t you afraid of breaking her?” Betsy.