And to wish you had someone to share the honeymoon suite's giant bed with. The spy life hadn't left you a lot of time for romance, besides the occasio...nal off-the-books fling in a foreign country... But "occasional" was the keyword there. Hollywood liked to play up the glamorous aspects of the life and forget about all the paperwork, the button pushing, and the long hours, which often culminated in an agent such as yourself falling onto their face in their bedroom in the wee hours of the. Then she put on a pair of black shorts with no underwear. I held my breath, hoping she wasn't going to open the closet. Sara opened her door and left. I listened until i heard her yell my name again, and then I ran to my bedroom. I quickly pulled my clothes off and then the door opened. "Daa..." "Oh shit sorry dad." Sara caught a glimpse of my naked body "It's ok just a sec." I wrapped a towel over me as I looked down and could see I still had a chubby that was visible. "You can come in hon..". As she sat down and put her arm around my shoulders I could feel the softness of her arse and bugger me if my cock didn’t start to twitch and no way could she sit on my stiffening cock without feeling it. She did and wiggled around a bit in order to get comfortable and her mother either didn’t realize I was getting a boner or didn’t care, we just carried on chatting.Meghan was feeling it now and had her head on my shoulder as I brought my arm round placing it on her stomach, she loved the. I worked as a retail assistance in our local area electrical store and always got home at 5.30pm, my sister got home very shortly after leaving school at around 4pm, my mum and dad always arrive a little later at around 7pm. My sister and I had usually about an hour of time alone, we use just to chat, or cook or watch TV. It all started that evening on a Friday at 6pm, we were sitting down watching TV, I was drinking a cup of tea and she was sitting in the couch eating a fruit yogurt, the sound.