Then Richie slowly looked at the shower, not quite taking it in atfirst. He was soaking wet and dirty from laying out in the lawn in thepouring rain,...and not he was starting to get cold as well. With everymoment that hot shower was starting to look better and better.After a minute Richie shook himself out of his shock enough to startundressing. His soaking wet clothes fell onto the bathroom floor pieceby piece until he was standing there completely naked. Without the wetclothes on he was. I let her figure it out."You m-mean?" she sputters, not able to finish the thought. "For sure, Daddy?"On your back, Sweety. It's time for your Daddy to make you feel really good." I pat her thigh.She rolls to her feet, twisting to face me, her eyes shining out her eagerness. Her eyes drop to my erection. I stand, pointing it at her belly."Sheesh," she breathes. "I didn't think it would get that big." She lifts rounded eyes to mine."Sit," I tell her, dragging her pillow to the edge of her. But instead of pain or paralysis, each prick or tingle bloomed into a spark of pleasure as the nerves in her body were reawakened and caressed.She pulled with her arms, kicked with her legs, arched her back. Was she trying to escape their grasp? Was she trying to expose herself to more? Was there a difference anymore? Each of her movements induced more slimy, slippery pleasure somewhere on or in her. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt.The tentacle in her rear end began sliding back and. Amber knew I bought her a new wardrobe for the trip but she had no idea what I bought her until she walked into my bedroom and saw what lay there at the foot of my/our bed. “I love it, honey, but I can’t wear it honey,” She said pointing at the lace g-string. “I’m too fucking hairy down there.” “I know that, sweetheart. I’m going to shave your pussy so it’s as hairless and as smooth as a newborn babe’s bottom. See,” I announced pointing to my beard trimmer, safety.