His thick fingers slid under my wet panties, the middle finger dipping deep in my pussy before sliding up to circle and rub my clit. I started breathi...ng fast, then panting. His older hand burrowed under my tank top and its built in shelf bra, groping my b cup size titiies. His fingers were gentle at first as he stroked my nipples, then mean as he rolled and pinched them. "Pull your top up over your tits, little girl."I pulled it up, my size Bs no longer the bane of my existence. He liked them,. Appetizers. Apparently I’m one for somebody. Or two somebodies. And that’s well within the expected range of activities. We don’t get carried away, just break down into a sticky knot for a bit, then showers and getting dressed and going out to a ‘white tablecloth’ restaurant, Haley and I in dresses, Dad in shirt, tie and coat.“Every now and then we need to remember there’s a level just a step above everyday. Good practice to keep in mind for future business and social functions,” Dad says.“I. I started to wonder what I could use to take Jon’s place, and as you can imagine, I do not have any of the toys Martie has stashed in her bedside table. I started going through my mind searching for something that would do the trick, the handle of my brush, a tube of toothpaste, a small glass, and was getting frustrated when nothing seemed to be the answer. I was just about to continue with my fingers when a wicked yet goofy smile crossed my face. How many times had I heard the joke about women. Taking in the sight of you.As the suns rays start to brighten the cocoon of our tent, you stir and reach out to hold me. I snuggle in to spoon and bask in the safety and comfort of your embrace. A sense of rightness fills me. You nuzzle the back of my neck and kiss behind my ear. Your arms wrapped around me, hands resting on the mounds of my breasts. I reach back to touch your thigh and hold you closer to me.Ever so slowly, your wakefulness becomes apparent in every touch and caress. You press.