The big white sheets on the table helped conceal a peep show that is bound to sell out! Wet, Wet, fantasizing, being watched, tits hardening , I flick...ed my hair and ate my desert- ice cream just the thing...he licked his fingers....for that I could have eaten him alive, his body, his hard cock ..maybe the ally-way outside or in his car with the heated leather seats..I will ride him..ooh..he would not know what hit him..Paying the bill, he didn't have his cards on him, I didn't bring mine, well. The older woman had snuck up right behind her, pinning her to the table without making a sound."I'm not - I'm not" Sara stammered. "Sed. . ." The thought had never crossed her mind. Mr. Anderson wasn't just her husband's boss. He was also an ugly and obnoxious old man. And if his ruddy features and breath were any indication, his fat, lazy, and domineering wife had driven him to the bottle. "Don't you lie to me bitch," Mrs. Anderson said. Her pudgy fingers slithered over Sara's thighs and. "Daddy!" she cried as the door swung open.Donna met her father with a big hug before he could get both feet inside the house. Somewhat surprised, he stumbled inside, trying to set down his briefcase."Well... well, hi, sweetheart. How was your day?" Awful," Donna pouted as she pulled him towards the living room.After forcing him down into his favorite chair, Donna climbed up onto her father's lap the way she had when she was younger. She pulled his head close to her chest, leaving his cheek. On her feet she wore elegant gold sandals. She wore just enough makeup to suggest maybe she wasn’t and her perfume suggested she was a woman of class. Kerry was in stark contrast to my smart but casual appearance of CK jeans and open necked white shirt. I told her how beautiful she looked. “It’s all for you, darling brother,” she whispered in my ear, “I want you to be proud of me.” Of course I was. Moments later, Rick and Georgia arrived. Like me, Rick had chosen the casual appearance, smart.