I walked up behind her and grabbed a big handful of ass and rubbed my hand down her thigh. She was wearing some extremely short shorts, yes jean daisy...dukes pretty much. She freaked at first and then realized it was me and then she was ok. I continued to give the little gestures of getting her excited.. the usual. My arm around her hip would slide down her thigh with a little pressure. She started to warm up a bit. We met back up with her mom and grabbed some food from Firehouse Subs (my. “Is this okay?” she asked, as though I could possibly object.“It feels great,” I assured her, hoping she wouldn’t have a sudden epiphany. Waiting definitely seemed like the best option right now. I moaned softly as my massage continued, her hands in dangerous territory, electric jolts of pleasure shooting through me every time her hands came into contact with my precious cargo.I clenched my hands, steadying my nerves. My ex’s big sister, the woman I had so often fantasized about and. I could see him trying to focus, to screw up his eyes a little. But with the drinks and the lack of glasses, he really couldn't see me clearly."So. Your stuff obviously finished early as well. What about Luke? Is he in bed?"A get-out! I could get away, go upstairs. I stood up. But before I could move I felt my father's hand, touching my knee, sliding up my thigh towards the hem of my skirt, moving slowly under the skirt."Streuth, Lucy, you look really sexy tonight. I bet your friends at the. She was wearing a tight tank top and a pair of running shorts. Which was appropriate, given the weather. Of course, it didn’t leave much to the imagination, as Brian was probably discovering. Jenn didn’t consider herself all that good-looking, average if anything. She was in good shape, but that came from being outside helping on the farm so much. That and biking to school everyday. Her apple-sized perky breasts jiggled as she dropped some of her bags on the floor, relieved to have.