It had stillamazed me how easily I had been able to pull it off, even here, in a foreigncountry, it had been easy.? I had. Isuppose, been drawn to the... States by all the films and televisions shows, wherekidnapping had been all to easy,? Iwatched hundreds of films and shows depicting kidnapping, to see if I coulddiscover the pitfalls, and the easy ways to do it.? I watched enthralled as helpless women weredragged off, kicking and screaming, only for the kidnapper to be found in thelast reel. For. We climbed on our bikes and pedaled away, Mark shooting ahead of me while calling back, "Come on!"I followed Mark as we pedaled past his street and down the next, listening to the suburban call of Saturday morning mowers humming, and enjoying the familiar smell of freshly cut grass, before coming to a stop in front of a house I didn't recognize."This is where that new kid Paul lives." Mark revealed.With a ring of the doorbell, we stood fidgeting nervously until the door opened. A silver haired. My daughter apparently did not shave and I could make out a patch of brunette hair just under her bottom. She must have noticed too as she said "Mom, your suit looks so much smoother and better. Do you shave down there?"Jill replied "Your Dad shaves me every week to keep me smooth. He's very good at it. I tried it once and cut myself. Your Dad's been shaving me for the past 15 years." Dad, can you shave me too?" Stephanie blurted out before I think she really knew what she was asking."I don't. I pulled back and realigned with her pussy then lowered my body again so I was once again sliding across her slit. Her eyes closed and she moaned. I kissed her again and repeated the movement. She moaned again but slightly louder and I felt a minor tremor go through her body. I felt her make a big adjustment to her body position so that I was aligned with her pussy.I knew she was ready so I pushed forwards and penetrated her. Last night she had been loose but her hole had tightened again. It.