That prompted me, finally to express myself to him and now we’re here.”She grabbed me by the dick, during this little speech. I didn’t think tha...t was appropriate, so I grabbed her hand and put it on the table. Man ... that is so unlike me. At least, she’s doing a great job with our back-story we’ve developed.“What do you do, Pat ... in the clothed world?” I asked, generating a chuckle around our table.“I’m a newspaper reporter, for a big San Diego newspaper. That gets so competitive, and drives. It was impossible not to look at her and not notice the nipples pushing against her tight low cut shirt, but I quickly looked down at the table, embarrassed to be caught gawking. “What would you recommend?” I asked, concentrating on the various small baskets of tomatoes, peppers, green and yellow zucchini, pears and peaches, trying not to look at this sexy woman but felt the bulging in my jeans. “Well,” she paused, “let me see.” She leaned over the table and picked up a large peach. While. I was thinking of phoning the agency back as i felt a bit intimidated by him but lisa said i should give him a chance as it might seem racist to sack him for nothing .she was looking out the window at him i went over an he had his top off, he was very well built about 17 stone, but was hard working.over the next few i noticed lisa was spending a lot of time chatting with him but when i tried to join in he would make little jokes about how i wasn't as big as him an that i was a daddy boy an lisa. I creep silently to the almost shut door and peak through the crack. I almost gasp out loud, instead I clap a hand over my mouth. My dad is on his bed, no longer angry it seems, but in a state of bliss. He’s completely naked on his bed, eyes shut, right hand stroking his 8 inch cock. A thousand thoughts run through my head. Should I go get Cassie? Should I pretend I never saw this? Should I go in there? At last, with an extreme bout of confidence, I decide to go in. I push the door open and.