”I admit despite the lustful tension in the air, I wanted to push Damien’s buttons. Slowly, I undressed out of my low-cut top and leggings. Turnin...g toward the mirror, I look at my body with pride as I watch Damien quietly shut my bedroom door and quickly lock it. My 38C breasts look wonderful in my matching laced set.“I don’t think you understand how bad you are, Allisa. You wear your tight outfit and you just tease the shit out of me. I just want to bend you down and fuck your brains out,”. A long, wet, kiss with your tongue and spit going into my mouth.After that, you whispered, “Daddy, let’s go to our bedroom.” We decided it was ours now, since that old bitch left us, and I know she is never coming back. You took my hands, pulled me off the sofa, and then lead me towards the bed. On the way there you told me that you have talking about sex with some of your girl friends, they were hot, and horny like you, and they told you about some things that you could do to me in bed. You. But Mack never got around to putting that kind of bath in, so we'll just have to make do with the shower."Whipping out of his own beat-up robe, Jerry climbed into the tub with her, and when she drew shut the glass doors, it seemed as if they were cut off from the rest of the world, trapped willingly and excitingly in a personal universe no one else could enter.Even the scent of her soap was personal, a lemony perfume that was a part of his mother, Jerry thought, standing close to that tall,. ” “Didn’t you read the weather forecast? They said there were going to be short, thundery rainstorms today. Like this one.” “But it’s baking hot,” I moaned. “It’s the middle of bloody August. How is it raining?” “That’s just when you do get short, thundery rainstorms. It’s because of that unusually high pressure front coming in from the Atlantic. If you’d watched the weather last night instead of arsing around on Twitter, you’d know.” “I was not arsing around.” I said, flicking my wet hair out.