..how long had you been standing there?" my dad asked, trying to cover himself up. "Long enough to know that you want me, daddy." I smiled, walking ov...er to him. I pulled back the comforter, to see my dad's semi-hard cock glistening with cum. "Do you want me to help with that?" I asked, putting my hand on his cock and slowly starting to stroke it. "Ohhh yeah...no, baby, we can't. You're my daughter..we could get in trouble." he said, but didn't dare move my hand from stroking his cock, which was. I open the kit, a simple folding wallet, and undo the press studs holding the swatch of fabric with the dressmaker pins. I look over at my lover, staring at me now with eyes wide. Still tears at the edges, but hints of questioning and the first dribbles of fresh fear creeping in. As I separate the swatch of pins and return the rest of the kit to the nightstand, a gust of lavender reaches my nose. There must be a sprig tucked in a pocket. As it passes I realise how strong the scents of sweat and. The morning after our night together, I confessed everything to my...well, now ex-boyfriend. I hurt him so horribly that he wouldn't even look at me when I attempted to explain myself. In a blind rage he kicked me out of the apartment and left me on the street with no where to go. I wasn't about to ask my dad to take me back in and I certainly wasn't about to ask my mom for any favors. But he was there, willing to let me live with him. It's amazing how one night can drastically change the. “Sorry I am late; there was a stalled car on the bridge jamming up everything,” Frank said as he sat down.I started the conversation to bring the girls up to speed. “As you know with the new state contract JBG has all of Africa and the Middle East. When I learned that, I had the EIT team expand the surveillance to all the embassies affected,” I said then continued.“What you have read is about a planned attack on the Kampala Embassy that originated from a contact in the Prince’s computer. I.