”Pull up your petticoat and come over her” he said as he patted his lap.She hesitated and glared at him. “Over here now!” he commanded.She beg...an to say something, and then stopped. She stepped out of her Prada black patent leather high heels, pulled up her petticoat and walked over. She was wearing a skimpy set of La Perla panties, another show of the shopping that had led to the financial problems she was now facing. She bent over his lap. He adjusted her so her hips were over his right thigh. " At least he treats her nice. Better than that last little shit head."Her daddy was clearly having problems accepting that his little girl wasdating.A few minutes later she came back to the picnic table and sat down.Monica made a motion, "Tammy," she motioned to the side of her face nextto her ear.Tammy giggled and wiped the milky goo from her face. "Sorry Momma."She turned to Dave, "Tommy's going to come back in about an hour, hewants to take me into town to see a movie." What about the. We’ve had to put up with all your grunts and groans as you pump iron. All those ripped, toned bodies. Those gorgeous, thick lats and the rippling triceps. A girl can only take so much. Nothing wrong with a little mutual pleasure among the girls. Sometimes, just sometimes it would be nice if you would walk in on us… You weren’t to know. You didn’t know it was girls’ night. You’re new to the gym and you didn’t know that the letters F and E had dropped off the female changing room door. It was the. She'd been with her boyfriend for eight months before she'd slept with him. He'd broken up with her soon after. Said she was trying to control him, he had, which was of course ridiculous. Jen didn't want anything to change; she was happy with their relationship the way it was she supposed.But God, he got this look in his eyes sometimes. He'd stopped begging her, though, with words, and replaced them with the look.In September she went to see the gynecologist. She'd been having problems with her.