.thank you daddy...I love you..." She kissed my forehead and ran out of the room.In most stories like this, this is the beginning of a tale of **** an...d sexual abuse, but this was truly a one-time event...Colie and I were always friendly and physically affectionate, but I didn't touch her again, never masturbated in her presence, and I didn't go to prison, either.By the time she was eighteen, she explained that she hardly ever touched her birth control pills, because the sex she was having was. This time, though, her true desires began coming out when she began pulling and biting at my nipples and running her hand down to my cock and balls. I wasted no time unclipping her bra, revealing the biggest pair of tits I had seen. For their size they were very firm and smooth with a nice set of hardened nipples which she guided me to suck. Breaking from sucking her tits and kissing, she made a quick move for my cock which she had a firm grip on and a bead of precum leaking down. She quickly. Jesus wept.Suddenly, again in the present time, I could only wonder: how could it be that a woman whose body was covered by a dress that exposed so little flesh — the top of her full bosom, her neck, her throat, her hands, her wrists — could seem so much more erotic than the virtually nude posturing of the slatterns who constitute what passes for modern eroticism?Knowing there was no rational answer to my question, my mind retreated again to the past.I smiled at her. First because her beauty. She had the look of unrequited love about her. It was either that or some sad story of a jilted relationship with her holding the short end of the stick.I managed in the tight quarters to innocently place my greedy paw on her fully rounded buttock and explored to my heart’s content whilst she plundered my tongue with her delicate little pointed thing inside her wildly wet mouth. I had to admit it was a change of pace for me and I was reminded of my university days when everything was measured.