And as for the place between her legs, that was tingling and fizzing with thrilling pleasure and a craving for release that she couldn’t quite under...tand.Wanting to give as well as take, she reached up and touched the bare breasts of the sprite who was kissing her. The skin was smooth and warm, more substantial than she had imagined, and the nipples stood up like hers as she began to play with them. Her fingers left little trails of light on the skin, and tiny sparkling flecks of light seemed. He was getting aroused by the images on screen; his bulge was now very obviously divided by the seam of his trousers and now there was a distinct extra bulge down the leg nearest to me. I casually placed my hand on his thigh.He pretended to keep watching the TV but he knew what I was doing; and he did nothing to stop me. I began exploring his inner thigh and then - that bulge. As soon as I touched him there, he drew a short intake of breath and as I turned to look up to his face, his eyes were. ‘ The look on his face said ‘I’m here to fuck you slut and I’m really not interested in where you live and I’m certainly not interested in where your husband works.’“I think I’ll fix us a drink,” Robert said“That sounds good”“What’s your poison, girl?”“Oh, can you do a martini?”“Let’s see what’s here in the bar?”“Yes, I can do a martini,” he said.“Great, shaken not stirred” I said laughing.“Right, shaken not stirred,” Robert said laughing“I’m going to go and freshen up while your fixing the. I looked between my legs. There was a dark spot where my juice had soaked through the panty - marking where he'd touched me. Tomorrow was Saturday and we'd be spending the day together. I shuddered when I confronted what was in my heart - I was a fifteen-year-old girl, and I wanted to fuck my dad.Part 2------It was a sunny, Saturday morning. I looked out the window and saw my dad preparing to wash his car. He pulled the garden hose from the side of the house and filled a bucket with soapy.