Masturbation was one thing that she just couldn’t get right. She could fill her body with what she believed to be ecstasy but never go all the way. ...The prospect of an orgasm haunted her as she desperately tried to reach it sometimes twice a day. She was beginning to wonder if it did actually exist.Laying in her warm bed, all her senses but one becoming drowned by one desire. Shutting her eyes she began to think about a beautiful woman kissing her and she slowly began to play with her clitoris.. Penny and I picked up some Thai takeout from the restaurant a couple blocks away on Lancaster Avenue. The sidewalks were mostly cleared. The sun was out and the temperature was in the mid-thirties, so the snow was starting to melt. Give the city a couple more days of nice weather and travel should be passable again.After dinner, I took the subway over to the 11th Street Station in center city, walked from there over to the Market Street Station and transferred to the light rail heading north. I. I heard the 'click' noise and knew I was stuck.He smiled lovingly at me and took my hands into his. "Stand up little girl and let me see you." I did as he said and used his arms to help myself stand on the floor besides the bed. I stood in front of daddy and I saw his eyes darken as his stare was trained on me."Take off those little jammies baby. I want you naked." I swallowed loudly, grasping the hem of my cami, lifting it over my head. My breasts were a 36 C cup, perfect size in my eye's and. She acquiesced. I'm not a foot man, but a woman's legs always appeal to me. On that day, my mother had worn a pencil skirt with a seam split mid-thigh on one side, enough to allow her freedom of movement but not too risque for a work environment. The way she was sitting, however, caused it to fall open, revealing an expanse of silky thigh I was all too familiar with. I set to with gusto, stopping to stand a few times to refill my mother's wine glass. By the end of the massage, she was wearing.