Oh, that tingle as it flutters across your skin when you're one moment from falling deep into the well of your sexual need. Selina is determined to resist that tingle but the warmth of her stepdaddy's skin and his raspy moans as she dances for him are taking her over the edge. She knows that he thinks of her as a spitting image of her mother. But does he see her as anything more? Selina won't give in until she knows. He's desperate for her touch but holding back. Nevertheless, the tension in the room is undeniable. Will they give in?