So the girls go off and I have about 4 hours to kill so I decide to go for a swim. After I'm done I have a shower by the pool and take my trunks of an...d wrap and pop them in my wet bag and start walking back to my room just wearing a shirt and a towel carrying quite alot though. Then on the way back to my room I drop my key my phone my wet bag and it goes all over the place and I'm worried I'm going drop my towel and show everyone my packing but then I look up and there is this gorgeous girl in. My hands glide over your chest, feeling the muscles under the heated skin. My fingertips find your hard nipples, gently pinching the sensitive little buds. You let out a groan and your cock gets even harder. I slide your shirt off your shoulders and down your arms before tossing it aside. My eyes are glazed with lust and my bruised red lips are parted as I stare at you. Next my hands go to the button on your pants. I unbutton them, and before sliding the zipper down, I let my hand graze over. ”His face lit with comprehension. “Yes, mugged, yes you were. That is what we gathered but it is good that you confirm it.”I was tired and confused but there was still something I needed to clarify. “All right, one last question, I guess I messed up my shoulder falling and I know that’s when I hit my head but why did I lose so much blood? Did I hit something that tore up the ligaments or something?”Laghari looked surprised. “Mr. Carlo, you were stabbed multiple times from behind. Based on the. ..? That's possible too. Dad forbids her from basically having a social life, especially with boys, so I'm by far the most present male figure in her life, and pretty close to her in age too. Maybe she's confused because of her lack of freedom and experiences with boys. Maybe she's acting out because Dad's forcing her to repress basically everything she should be naturally feeling. Or maybe, maybe I'm just being fucking retarded and projecting my own wishful thinking on the situation. I mean,.