Raising her gaze to look up at him through the tops of her eyes, she saw him smiling down at her, his eyes sparkling. Sliding one hand up, she rubbed at the bulge through his slacks for a minute. Her daddy liked her to ask him questions at times like this, and she briefly considered doing it with Mr. Stone. But this was so new . . . so strange . . . being only the second real-live cock she would ever see . . . ever touch . . . her nerves wouldn't allow it. So she silently slid both her hands up to his belt . . ....