Daughter and besty Stories

David remembers the way Jade slowly and deliberately traces a finger up his thigh earlier. This memory sends a shiver down his spine. She has a playful, knowing smile on her face, a silent invitation hanging in the air while he is hyper-focused on the mundane task of clearing the table, anything to avoid the delicious tension. He feels like a bomb technician trying to defuse something explosive, every movement deliberate...