The way he was touching her was making her feel all funny inside. The young woman finally found the strength to speak. ‘Mr. Sanders!’ she gasped. ...��What…what are…are you doing?’ The guidance counselor shouldn’t be doing this! This was wrong! She shuddered again because thrills were rippling through her, when his hand moved lightly up her back, to her bra. He unhooked it and his hand started sliding around to her front. She moaned and quivered again when his hand moved onto one breast. Kathy knew. Knowing that his daughter believed that, Ed threw her on his shoulders and, in an attempt to distract her, said, “Horsey ride time.”Dan had watched the interaction with interest, amazed that the man had that much patience with the squirming kid. Dan said, “You have a lot of patience with children.”“Betsy is the most energetic of our kids. Beth, Little John, and William are much more scholarly. They prefer books to athletics,” replied Ed. Betsy tried to goad him into moving faster by rocking on. Where are the new panties I bought?" The ones you bought for me?" I asked, full of anticipation."Yes" she replied.Now was the time. I would show her. I loosened my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled them down."I'm already wearing them" I said, showing them off proudly."What the h*ll do you think you're doing wearing those?" she said, obviously stunned. Her reaction made all the blood drain out of my face. Oops. I did something wrong here."You said they were for me..." I said softly, my voice. She said ok, and I turned off the TV and alsoturned off the only light in the room. I told herwe could probably talk more honestly if we couldn'tsee each other's face. Krista agreed. I asked herif she had ever looked at Playboy or Hustlermagazine. She said she hadn't but that if shecould she would have a stack of them. I told herthat they had fantasies printed in them too that Ifound very stimulating. She asked me to share somethat I remembered. As we sat there in the darkened room, oureyes.