I had always wondered what they felt like enveloping my legs, but I had never acted on it, but I decided to try once. I shaved my legs and my groin t...e previous night, telling Maria I was just getting into good grooming, but what I really wanted to see was how feminine my legs looked in them. It didn't take long for me to strip down to nothing and place my foot in one of the legs, slowly drawing it up so it was taut over my calf, the web pattern stretching over it. I placed my other leg in. Terry was startled, and excited, then even more startled when Jill slid her arm around his waist and turned them both towards the front door. Gingerly he put one arm across her shoulders, but this wasn't quite what Jill had in mind. She took hold of her father's hand, and pulled it further over her shoulder. She hadn't changed since the last part of the shoot, so still had no bra on. Pulling open the front of her jacket, she slid her father's hand on top of one small, firm, breast.Terry groaned. She wants those moments seared into memory; for Adam to ache with need for her when they part.Adam can barely move, so lost is he in her touch. There is nothing like feeling so absolutely desired and wanted by the one that you've given to, and given yourself to, countless times and yet still be able to be paralyzed with desire from their simplest touch. To learn every curve, recess, and plane; to know what makes one come undone. And, more importantly, letting one undo you. To hand someone every. ” She continued slapping my bare ass with hard whacks of her open hand. WHACK, WHACK! “You can call it a verb or a noun you bitch,” I rejoined, “but it hurts like hell.” “If it’s only a noun,” she said, “you have nothing to complain about. "Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words….” “Verbs are words too,” I said. “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth is the whack of virgin maiden,” I parried, murdering Shakespeare to get her more riled. SMACK, SMACK! She continued slapping my ass.