The fun of waiting to see what happens next would be so exciting. This has been a bumpy flight so far. With the next bout of turbulence, my hand would...get jostled a bit and inch closer to his crotch. How would he react? By now he would be paying close attention to every single movement. He would likely begin to wonder if he should politely move my hand, because clearly I must be unaware of what I'm doing. Or should he wait it out because there's no harm being done and he doesn’t want to wake. "I'll keep this as a souvenir," he said. "Did you know that in some parts of Greece when a man fucks his bride, he soaks up the juice with a bed sheet and hangs it in the village square to prove she was a virgin. The villagers have a big celebration and the men bring their shotguns and use the stains for target practice."Daddy tenderly carried me to the bathtub and lowered me into the warm water. "Your pussy will feel better after you soak for awhile. At least, that is what mothers always tell. Watching Di bloom over the past month had been eye opening. She was young, yes, but he saw how she used her lithe frame and short hair to hide her femininity. There was something fragile about Diamond Rose, despite her obvious strength. It drew out an affection and desire to protect her the same way he felt for his sisters.Yes, he'd told her. Then he tried to tell himself that was as far as his feelings went, but something about her vulnerability drew him in in ways he was uncomfortable. "You look much better with your hair down, though."Stephanie giggle and rolled her eyes as she untied her ponytail andallowed her tresses to fall freely about her face."Better?" Stephanie asked."Much," Mrs. Abbott said with pride. "You really are a beautiful youngwoman, Stephanie." Thanks," Stephanie said, trying her hardest to believe her mother'sflattery. "Just wish I felt like it all the time..." What girl hasn't obsessed over her appearance at one time or another?"Stephanie's mother.