I glanced at the alarm clock on my nightstand. It was three in the morning. Jessica was asleep beside me, and I watched her breathing. Her little breasts moved slowly up and down under her nightgown, and I couldn’t resist touching them. Very carefully, trying not to disturb her sleeping, I slid her nightgown up as much as I could and slipped my hand up inside. I fondled each one and felt the joy of her tiny pink nipple stiffening in my palm.

I could see her panties – little cotton ...