"No message? Dad must really be busy to not call and let me know when he will be home." Down to just her tight little panties she uses both hands to m...essage her tender breasts and hard sensitive nipples. "Fuck, that feels so good." She knows she shouldn't use that word and her Dad would freak if he ever heard her say it. But right now it just feels right. "I just wish my hands were bigger so I could really message my titties."Giving each of her dark hard nipples a little tug as she admires how. I wanted him immediately. he was slender, pale, and lightly freckled. He was shy with a sense of humor. We met through mutual friends and became friends. We started by swimming at a friends house. I was lean, with tight, if not large muscles, and not much body hair. He was slender but not toned, a small layer of baby fat everywhere, and when he moved you could see the muscle underneath. He had pink nipples, no body hair that I could see. and watching the water run off his soft smooth skin made. She reclined on her side, still looking into his face. Her thighs pressed together to keep herself hidden from the demon. The golden strands of her hair curled delicately on the pillow, and every line of her form was fragile. His robe slid from his shoulders. Never before had he been so aware of his own body. It was dark compared to hers, dark and threatening. The jut of his sex seemed obscene. The hard angularity of his frame was harsh, jarring senses that had been consumed with her innocent. .do you hear what he's saying to his little girl? God, Mommy...he's so hard for his little girl. So. Fucking. Hard."Laurie stood like a horrified statue before them. She could not respond."It's not his fault though Mommy, it's mine. I'm wrong inside. My head...I think I was born bad, Mommy. Daddy, tell her."He grunted and began to speak, "Oh Laurie...god...she's bad, Laurie. Our little girl's a born slut. I had to fuck her...I had no choice." Mmm...call me a slut again," she ordered.