He smiled as he felt the coolness of the stone sheath of the pen in his hand and now knowing only he could make it stop time. Wyatt was fighting the urges. That was his sweet innocent daughter. “Your not burned are you sweetie?” Wyatt asked studying her with great intensity
“No im ok dad im just accident prone i guess” she chuckled. She looked down seeing her nipples were rock hard and even with her bra on they were very visible. Time had not stopped, robyn and emily both kept chatting, robyn taking her fork and knife cutting her pot roast as she spoke. “No, but we took blood test. Emily was wearing a tee shirt she wore while often cooking and a pain of her favorite sweat pants. “Honey, are you ok?” Emily asked with concern for robyn possibly being burned. “Well robyn wanted to cook up your favorite pot roast. I hope i didnt make it too tough” she grinned.
