"Appropriate?" Liv repeated my choice of word. She seemed to mull that over for a minute and then said, "Hmm. Well, I should get up anyway. I... I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"I... ok," I whispered. What else could I say? I was supposed to be uncomfortable with this. Wasn't I? But my daughter stayed put. She was still shaking. Unable to help myself, I slid my arm back until my hand was on her stomach instead.
Olivia exhaled, making a soft coo. Then she whispered, "Your hand is so warm."
Holding my hand still, I started focusing on the sensation each of my fingertips was feeling. Her skin was so supple, and warm. And... perfect. After a few seconds, Liv placed her hand atop mine. My c**k tingled wildly and I found myself wondering if she was going to lift it up and place it on
