I relaxedmy grip on the shaft and began rubbing it up and down in a slower motion. "That's right,honey. Do you like I do?light strokes?you know how I ...rub it?" "Marguerite?youtouch that disgusting thing?" One of the women, an attractive thirty-five year old in a tight mock turtleneckshook her head. "God he's such a disgusting little monster, like a gremlinyou stole from a novelty shop." Marguerite laughed, and a guy who headsan association I've done work with said "Jesus, who would be psycho. Sometimes, even though Steve never asked, Barbara felt better if he had some verification of where she was. When Lydia hung up, Steve finished his sandwich, took a shower, and went to bed.Barbara was still anxious when she got home, but Steve was in bed asleep. The booze had had its effect on him and he barely roused when she slipped into bed beside him. She touched his shoulder and stroked it gently as she listened to him breathe. It sounded a little rough, she thought, and maybe he was. All of my teasing and begging Daddy to please come visit me has finally gotten to him. I got home from the gym this afternoon to find a message from my dad saying that he was coming to see me this weekend. I must go shopping now and buy something special to wear for the very first time my dad sees me after all these years.It’s finally Friday, and I feel like such a nervous little school girl! My dad should be here before too much longer. His last message said that I should wear something nice. I got her to peruse them and tell me which stories turned her on. I must say "Genius" on my part.She loved the stories of multiple guys at once and women who acted a bit slutty in public and got all the guys. Son of a Bitch! We were a matching set. I was a voyeur already. She wanted to be watched and I loved to watch. The public flashing came first. We would travel 20 miles or so to stores and she would take different outfits and change as we drove. Short skirts, booty shorts, sexy shirts, etc..