“I think I’m getting horny,” she says, meeting her dad's dark eyes. Hearing her say those words in her soft voice makes Mat simply stares at her... a moment.“Ok,” is all he can say.“And I don’t know how to… you know.”“What have you tried?” he asks before thinking. Her face heats up again.“I’ve only used my hand…”“So you haven’t done anything else… with anyone else?” She shakes her head, and he can’t deny his relief. “Well, there’s a lot of different ways you can masturbate,” he says, not feeling. The snow fell thick, coating the orchard in a soft, white blanket, it’s beauty like the grace of a ballerina, dancing and spinning into infinity. The imprint of the storm was magical upon me, capturing my attention and holding it’s gaze tight. I bundled deeply into the blanket then, and drifted off to sleep soon enough, watching the dancing snowflakes outside, secured by the heat of the crackling embers behind me. I awoke in the morning, cold and shivering, stiffness causing my joints to. The general laughter of the room, coupled with the indignity of his situation, had finally caused a small spark of backbone, and Neelam popped up and swung one of the wooden bowls. The swing was wild but effective, catching his tormentor full in the face, crushing his nose and spraying blood upon his compatriots. Unfortunately for Neelam his tormentor was a high-ranking member of the visiting dignitaries from Rockyvale.Neelam looked around wildly at the other men at the table and then took off. But push he did and she cried out, not loud, but enough so that he went continued with even more care so as to not cause too much pain. It couldn't be helped, however, and he finally tired of being a gentleman. With a more aggressive push, he was in and her cherry was broken. His momentum carried him further into the unopened walls of her cunt, and yet slippery as they were, he still felt resistance as he continued to enter her. His cock bottomed out before he was fully into her, but he didn't.