"Tracy nodded her head, thinking she hadn't considered that."This way," Nina went on, "if anyone saw us, you were just one of several co-workers that ...I was giving a lift to. I've done it before at the Christmas parties since I don't drink." For a minute I really thought you were actually taking me home," Tracy laughed, "after all, I only live a few blocks from here." That was the beauty of picking those two," Nina concluded. "It makes sense to have dropped you off last." Something tells me. She stood dripping in front of the mirror and marveled at her own capacity for sexual pleasure. So she was sexy! And it was nice! By herself, that is!She admired herself in the mirror as she toweled her tits and belly dry. She was lost in her thoughts when the harsh knocking on the door startled her. It was her dad."Linda!" he bellowed. "What the hell are you doing in there?"The door pushed open and Jim Simmons loomed large in the doorway, leering at her naked body and small towel."What have. She has on a white sheer top, and a light blue mini skirt that hugs her ass like they were painteed on. ( Man! Did she look GOOD! ) She looks to see if her mother is still in the bedroom, leans over to kiss me goodbye showing me her budding titties in a small bra peaking out of the top of her shirt. She grabs me by the back of the neck, puts her lips to my lips, and snakes her tongue into my mouth for about five seconds. Our tongues dance together sending elecric flashes through my body. She. ”Ginger eagerly followed me down the hall and as I passed the spare bedroom I looked in, expecting to see Marissa asleep, but the bed was empty and hadn’t been slept in. “Was she on the couch?“ I wondered. I plodded on. The house seemed empty. She wasn’t on the couch.Opening the French doors to let Ginger out, I said loudly, “Marissa?” to an apparently empty house. Was she still at the neighbors? Ginger looked at me questioningly as she crouched over the lawn to pee. “I guess your mistress.