I know she made an effort to ‘be modern’ and kept saying to Dad, ‘she’s our daughter, we have to support her choices.’ I’ve heard her say ...it and half of the time it sounds as if she’s learned the phrases in a textbook. I think the idea of a stable relationship, even if it is with a couple, and having a baby with someone who wants that baby... I think they both think that’s all good; a whole lot better than their worst fears... That’s not why I’m doing it, I want this whatever they or anyone. Don't cum in my mouth. Not tonight. And don't untie me until we are done. Do you understand?" Yes Sandra," he said softly as he checked her restraints."Any questions Frankie?"A million questions ran though Frankie's mind. Why did she want such a restricted session? Why couldn't he cum in her mouth? Why was she so specific when so many times she let him do what he wanted? Yet he knew, for the most part, he was going to be doing what he wanted. He was going to bring her pleasure, make her cum,. No clunky, shiny black oxfords on my feet, rather soft and supple flats that hardly weighed anything. I could feel the breeze blowing through my stockings and over my legs below the hem of my skirt and there was no annoying, dull, dark patterned noose of around my neck, just a brightly colored scarf that swayed in the breeze. I suddenly became aware of the comforting pressure of my bra around me and realized just what a privilege life had become in the past few weeks."Thanks, Grandpa." You'll. It was almost too obvious.She knew I was watching.This shameless hussy was as bad as me! Worse, maybe, for behaving so wantonly, knowing she was being spied on, teasing me, intentionally showing me her secrets.It was a thrilling thought. She was masturbating for me!My own slick fingers glided smoothly up and down my hidden valley, delighting the intricate, buzzing receptors in my sensitive folds, encouraging me to delve deeper.I imagined it was her delicate pink flesh I was stroking, her shy.