He sat on the edge of the bed and asked how I was. In my mind he pulled the sheets back and laid next to me. His rough hand caressing my breast and sq...ueezing my nipple. I lean up and our lips meet, his tongue sliding into my mouth. Reaching up I run my fingers through the hair on his chest. His hand sip down and rubbed on my clit and pussy. He stands and I slide his under pants down, releasing his hard cock. He climbs on the bed and I lower down and take it in my watering mouth. He presses. I told myself that it was no real harm in it – and he was only a boy after all. He wasn't touching my breasts, bum or pussy, so why overreact? It was as if I was mesmerised by the youngster's touch as I lay there in the darkened hut next to my husband being felt up by this chit of a lad. It was like some surreal dream – serene and sensual. Then Tom's hand moved teasingly up my body to cup my right breast, squeezing just a little but avoiding the sensitive nipple. I must have jumped slightly. Look! I can do that myself. I really am capable of looking after myself.' A small pause was followed by, 'well I am now anyway.' She then realised that she still had some tea left in her cup and put it to her mouth to finish it.'Ugh! Sugar. I hate sugar in tea,' she grimaced.I'd seen her drink most of it without comment or a hint of distaste and she too quickly realised it when she continued with a smile, 'it seems that I've drunk most of it anyway. So thanks! I must have needed it. Oh I'm Kate. Dad stands rooted to the spot. This is the first time he has ever, and I mean ever, seen me naked. His 40 year old dick is bouncing in rhythm with his heart beat as he stares at my beauty. I’m getting turned on displaying myself and seeing the lust in his eyes. Is he going to take me where I lie, out stretched and venerable or will he control himself long enough to shave me?“Daddy!” I raise my voice, “Daddy,” He shakes himself and apologises. Picking up his trimmers he moves in close. Close.