It hurts and you pull back. When you do, you notice that someone is standing directly behind you. He is tall and strong and you notice that he is very...close to you; too close.You turn to look at his face, but he grabs your neck and keeps you looking forward. He tells you to keep looking at the woman talking to you. She has now got her hand up under her shirt and is pinching her nipples. As you stare at her, the man behind you reaches under your coat and begins to stroke your breasts. He pinches. I know it never good to judge some just because of their financial status but , some project chick have champagne taste , living on EPT money , and some have EPT money and beer taste . Sometimes you just gotta live with what you got , and never inspire for too much greatest .I call here and asked what was her apartment and she informed it was on the top floor , which can sometime be a bad in the project in NYC , because there might a likely chance Both elevators aren't working and you might. "True. It would have to be a microscopic jumbo jet to squeeze in the crack, though." She laughed and pressed her breasts together. "Wow, what a perfect segue. Speaking of squeezing jumbo-sized items in my cleavage..." She stared pointedly at his crotch (even though she knew he was still flaccid), and chuckled.He chuckled too. "Down, girl, down! What's up with you all today? You're all so needy." You're going away for the whole weekend, Sweetie. We just wanna get our last licks in, so to speak.. Obviously my wife and I had worried about her dating for nothing. Still, a virgin, I'd never had a virgin before, Helen hadn't been one when we'd met. And now I was finally on the virge of deflowering a virgin, and she was my daughter, my beautiful, beautiful daughter. I couldn't believe she'd saved her cherry for me, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. If she was willing so was I, more than willing, I wanted her, as she found out when she pulled off my pajama pants."Dad, ".