But I can’t help him. As soon as he touched my nightie, I slid back on my knees, I didn’t want him to tear it off too. I watched in frustration as he emptied his majestic gun by shooting into the air. And still, like the horns of a willful goat, he kept pounding away at the same target. I pulled my hands back, my ankles pushing my head forward as we watched together his recharged old friend enter his daughter’s needy altar. Maybe I waited someone who knew how to lick and suck and drive the girl underneath him crazy with light bites. I itched to see myself through his eyes as he gazed at my small, perky tits, my hard nipples, my soft shoulders, my slender arms, my flat stomach, my femininity completely shaved and cleaned except for the width of a thumb, my nicely curved thighs and calves. The easy is me, not the pose. Maybe one of us had to admit defeat and give up.
