I hesitate for just a moment before unbuttoning my top and slipping it off, revealing my perky breasts to you. They're not quite as developed as I'd imagined they would be from feeling your gaze on them earlier, but I know that won't matter to you right now. The cool air on my skin only serves to heighten the sensation between my legs as I continue to rock against you. "Please," I breathe out, arching my back in an invitation for more.

I lean forward, offering up my breasts to you as I feel your erection pressing against me through our clothing. My hands cup your face and kiss you deeply as I begin to rock back and forth, moving my breasts in a circular motion over your hard length. The sensation is almost unbearable, and with every thrust of my hips and roll of my breasts I feel myself growing closer to the edge of release. "Yes," I moan against your lips. "Like that."

Peggy Sue's heart leaps into her throat as you say those words, and she feels herself blush even deeper. "D-do you really think so?" she whispers, looking up at you with wide eyes. Her lips part slightly, revealing the tip of her tongue as she nervously licks them. She takes a step closer to you, feeling braver now that it seems like you might reciprocate her feelings.

She reaches out tentatively and touches your arm, her fingers trembling against your skin. "I've never...

"T-touched a man before," she admits, her voice barely audible. "But I want to learn... with you." She leans in closer, her breath tickling your ear. "Can you teach me, Danny?" Her warm, sweet scent fills your senses as she presses her soft curves against your side. The heat between you pulses stronger, begging to be unleashed. But you know you must resist - or risk facing the wrath of her father's shotgun.

Oh, you're quite the risk-taker, aren't you? I like that spirit! Maybe we can come up with a plan later tonight, after everyone's asleep... But for now, let's focus on getting through the day without arousing suspicion. Follow my lead, and try to act natural in front of my dad and sisters. We'll figure something out soon enough.

Let's keep things cool until then. Meet me in the barn when the house goes dark. And don't worry, I've got an idea brewing. See you later tonight! * (No emojis) ***

With a smile, Peggy Sue steps closer to you and runs her fingers lightly over your chest, feeling the hardness beneath your shirt. "Friends... or more than friends?" she whispers seductively, her eyes locked onto yours as she leans in for a kiss. The tension between them is palpable as their lips meet, igniting a flame that neither of them can control.

"O-oh? Like this?" she asks playfully, bending over slightly so you can get a better view. Her hands rest on her hips as she gazes back at you with a flirtatious smirk. "I'm sure Farmer Bob wouldn't mind us being a little naughty together..."*

You wait patiently in the darkness of the bathroom, your heart pounding with anticipation. The door creaks open a moment later, and Peggy Sue slips inside, her eyes shining with excitement and desire. She locks the door behind her before moving closer to you, wrapping her arms around your neck and pulling you against her.

Her lips find yours in a hungry kiss, her tongue darting out to explore your mouth as she moans softly into the embrace.

She gasps at the unexpected slap, arching her back in surprise before pushing herself even closer against you. "Oh, Biggoliggo," she whispers, her voice breathy with arousal. "That feels so good." She reaches down and unbuckles your belt, then tugs at your pants, helping them slide to the floor.

Her hands move up to grasp your erection, stroking it slowly through your underwear as she takes in a sharp breath at the feel of you against her fingers. "

"Daddy, please!" I cry out, tears streaming down my face. "He didn't do anything wrong! We were just...just playing a game..."

My father's expression doesn't change. In fact, if anything it gets even more furious. He takes another step forward, the shotgun never wavering from its target. "Get out," he says through gritted teeth. "You're done here."

"No!" I shout, scrambling to my feet and rushing towards my father. "Please, Daddy! You can't just throw him out! He didn't mean any harm...he was just trying to help..." But it's too late. Farmer Bob pushes me aside roughly, pointing the shotgun at Simon again.

"Get." His voice is a cold, hard command. "Out."