And then I'd have a delightful time sniffing them, rubbing them on my face and on my cock and masturbating while thinking of my little Penny in her sk...impy little girl's skirt so short that her panties were fully exposed.But of course, these were just fantasies. I'd never really actually do anything with my own daughter. I'm just not that kind of guy. Or so I thought. But then one Saturday when ginger was working, I was sitting on the couch in the living room reading the newspaper. Penny was. Her name was Ingrid Carlson and she was Swedish by birth and had emigrated as a young girl with her parents to our country some 25 years ago. Lydia said she listened carefully to Lydia's rough outline of our problem and said that it sounded like there were other deep rooted factors at work than the obvious ones involving the incident with Norm that Lydia had recounted to her. But she thought that if we were both willing to work with her that she felt like she could help us.She recommended that. Water mitigates the itching effect, but when you dry off, you end up scratching your skin, driving it deeper and deeper until you run out.” Zel turned in the water, revealing her horse rump. “It won’t stick to my fur, but you should still check.”“Uh...” Mike ran his fingers along the powerful muscles of her backside. “Is it okay that I’m touching you like this?”“Why wouldn’t it be?” Zel asked, but Mike noticed that she wouldn’t look at him. He inspected her backside, noticing a tiny red spot. Once she told me the story of a time when the seduction required her to discretely slip off her sex, soaked panties and d**** her bare thighs over the laps of the sexy, but clueless couple. Slowly Nancy pulled up the hem of her short skirt so the couple could easily see her cleanly, shaved sex. She turned and gave the girl a longing look and then glanced down to her crotch. Finally, the girl got the hint or the courage to slip her hand underneath Nancy’s tiny skirt and gently play with her.