" she chided me as if I were one of the children.I gave her a leering smirk."Don't need to go get ideas ... already got a silo full. And it's still ea...ly." I picked up the digital alarm clock off the night stand and showed it to her. "See, only 11:20."She stood up slowly, turning around to face me as she did. Her firm breasts were kept motionless by the tight fabric of the overly tight t-shirt. The light pink cloth was ineffective though at hiding the dark outline of her rigidly erect nipples. You promised to call or text if you were going to be late. I put my phone on the charger and take the towel off and start rubbing lotion all over my body. Moving across my 38 C breasts making my nipples hard since the lotion plus me is freezing. I make my nipples hard and move down to my four pack stomach and rub the lotion in getting. After that is done I by pass my little girl and move to my freshly shaven legs rubbing the lotion in making my legs smooth. My little girl is begging for. She would forever think I was some kind of freak. Frankie took a slight step back and adjusted herself properly and then continued to dance along pretending as if nothing had happened. I felt like I humiliated myself so I picked up my drink and walked out of the room. I stumbled into the bathroom, placed down the lid if the toilet and sat down. I put my face in my hands and tried to stop the tears from creeping out. I tried not to cry the best I could because my face becomes sore. I felt a lump in my throat and turned back to the sheikh's melodic droning, my heart pounding in my chest. A moment later I heard a soft cough. Turning back, I saw that her hand had moved from the top of her Quran to her legs and she was slowly running her fingers along her thigh, her brilliant blue eyes glued to my face. Casting a furtive glance over at her parents, she gently lifted her heavy quran up from her lap and quickly slid her other hand beneath it, setting the Quran back down. This.