I feel you wrap your legs around my waist, pulling me close, and you begin to grind against me. I reach the bow on your bikini top and untie it. "Oi!"... you respond, pretending to be disgusted as I stuff it in my pocket.I pull you close again, kissing along your neck. I feel your already hard nipples against my chest. You reach down and pull my swim shorts down just enough that my cock springs out. I reach my hand down and pull your bikini bottoms to the side, trailing my finger over your clit.. Did he hear her cry out? Did he hear the smacks of the leather paddle on her own ass?Her imagination soon took hold of her again. Imagining her son, at nineteen years old. So fit, so young, so horny, and able to satisfy her sexual cravings. But he was her son.Nadia looked at her reflection in the doorwall glass. Her slender figure, her long dark hair, her large breast. Why was she having such a hard time finding a man to make her feel like a woman? It was almost enough to make her break down.It. ”“Thanks! Here. Try,” Aric offered a spoonful.“Delicious. Let me get showered and changed.”“Great, Daddy! I laid out your towel and lounge clothes in the bathroom.”‘Thanks!”Mitch returned. Aric had already set up the tray tables in the living room where they typically dined. Mitch carried in the bowls of soup that were topped with additional shredded cheese, sour cream, and some crushed tortilla chips. Aric brought a beer for his man and glass of fruit juice for himself. They ate and conversed. However this tumor, and being given six months to live maybe a little longer, was just not something that she could recover from. To make things worse, here she was locked up practically in her father's mansion. He tells her that it is for a new radical treatment that will save her and give her her life back. She hopes that he is right, but the next little while being stuck on the grounds of the mansion will be very testing. Maybe if his treatment works, she will be able to resume university.