Saroya wasn't a gift for me. Zenellis would torture anyone messing with his virgin daughter. Dying would be a relief."It starts at the bottom." I felt...around the hem for the end. With that in hand, I pulled the strip, walking in a circle a round Saroya. Her legs were shapely, probably from working out. Thin ankles, rounded calves, but not overly muscular. Soon she was bare from her thighs down. One more pass, and her panties would be showing, assuming she wore some. I kept walking, although I. The two of you moved back to sitting on the couch, and you called me to you, asking me to stand in front of you both. I was unsure what to expect, but I immediately complied. You asked your comrade if he wanted to see more of me. He looked rather shocked, but nodded nonetheless. You stood up and walked behind me, untying the strings holding on my top. Without the ties, my clothing fell to the floor, exposing my bra-less breasts, my nipples pointing from the cold air, and the arousal of having. She was smiling looking at me and then after a few minutes in this pose she got up and went to bathroom and cleaned her belly and tits. She came back and I was lying there on her bed, she came there and laid beside me and turned her face to me and started kissing once again , I placed my hands on her ass and stared replying her kisses and also grabbing her ass cheeks, and I found out that my dick was again getting hard and she noticed it too as it touched her belly above her pussy, and she said. There's a certain power in the resistance of that temptation; in the decision to let her sleep. There's a freedom in the knowledge that she would like to be left, and like to encourage me.There's a familiar pressure of cock against underpants, the entrapment of the willing. A memory prods me, of when I was younger. Before women, before sex, but after the discovery of pleasure. I remember the motion and the feeling; the pure wanton release of youth, and the unbelievable frequency of it. I blush,.