She even stopped walking for a second, her happy, tired eyes searching Laura's face.She shook her head, as if unable to believe it. "I love you too, L...ura. God, it's good to see you."In the car, in the darkened parking garage, they kissed. Sara batted Laura's hands away from her breasts. "Not here!" I can't wait. I want to touch you."But Sara remained subdued. Clearly she was bone-weary, and she even fell asleep briefly in the car on the way home. As they entered the downstairs door to her. Removing one of his hands, he reached for his pocket, and withdrew a flick-knife. Flicking it open, he felt Claire flinch, and for a moment she got really scared, wondering if he was going to break his earlier promise not to hurt her. He slid it beneath the joining of the two cups of her bra, and with a short sharp tug, cut it open. Claire felt the bra loosen, and felt the chill of the air on her exposed breast. Tossing the flick-knife to the ground, he grabbed each of her breasts and squeezed. There was a small slit up the side of her dress, he grabbed each side of itand pulled, the thin fabric ripped easily and then he broke the straps andpulled the garment from her body, she gasped as the cold air made contact withher now naked body causing goose pimples to form all over. That didn't botherher though, she knew the time had come, her fantasy was about to come true,he was about to rape her, her pussy was now soaking as she anticipated losingher virginity. The rapist was not gentle,. Her hands were on her lap, and her eyes were big and blinking.I got up, still not sure what I was going to actually do. Laura closed her eyes and stayed still as I came closer, trying not to think of anything too much.“Don’t look, now,” I said, although I was sure she heard the zipper of my jeans being opened.“I won’t, dad,” she said, but at the same time, she started unbuttoning her own shirt.“What are you doing?” I asked, like a properly concerned parent. Her shirt was already hanging down by.