“This is ridiculous! I’m going out.” He says and turns towards the back door. I quickly block his way with my body. He freezes and his eyes mov...e up and down my body. I cannot read his expression maybe because I am scared and pretty devastated that I have made my father really upset. “Move away, Erica.” His voice is hoarse. “No Daddy. Please Daddy. Only this once. Make love to me. I beg you.” I then hug his body. His body is so warm, but I can feel him tensing. I can hear his heart beating. He had this nagging theory that had formed from his brief knowledge of her last boyfriend: She had slept with him right away, then he'd just ignored her, not wanting her around anymore. Ryan hoped that wasn't the case.They talked to each other every night on the phone. He always made her laugh, he was so funny. But he could get serious too, and told her how he felt about his parents and his relationship with them, and what he wanted to do after high school. He was the most sensitive guy she'd. Shortly, my husband is going to have some more calories, and he won't have to eat another dessert to get them."Bridget stared for a second before a blush colored her face.Courtney went on. "My man likes breast milk, and I love for him to nurse me. I'm sure he would want to spank my butt if he knew that I was telling you that, but his nursing me, and other things, has brought us much closer to each other. I really think that we're more in love now than when we first married, so I'll apologize. . .or a skirt... sometimes. . . " Do you wear bras?" she asked quietly. He nodded."And panties?" He trembled and nodded again. Lisa reached over him andpicked up the white lace-trimmed panties."Aren't these the pretty panties you were wearing the other day?" sheasked. He nodded again. "Well, they are lovely, I must admit. The lacearound the waist and the leg openings, these pretty little ribbons.They're just so feminine. Why I not surprised at all you picked them.Here, take them. Go on, honey,.