Before she had recognized the creature, it was driving its dog-snout between her legs. The growling Dane stud slurped at her crotch, at her tits."That...'s one girl-crazy hound," Gale said, laughing with relief. "Cindy, darling, meet Samson." We've met," Cindy said, her toes curling as the Dane's tongue slithered between her crotchlips."They've done more than meet each other," Shawn said. "They know each other--as you'd say it, Mom--intimately." Really! Cindy, darling, you are a fast mover!" Gale. Tight sweaters over bullet bras, waist cinching corsets,stockings clipped to sexy garter belts, short skirts andskyscraper heels with narrow spikes and pointed toes would beher constant attire. Her evenings would be spent servicing the guys, all ofthem, night after night. Each one of them would be told thetruth of the situation, and each one of the men would be certainto make a comment about his "Peter" while he fucked this lovelypackage. He would spend his days coming on to men as. I saw very short skirt on the floor. I kept walking, noise got louder. I found something that could be a top, a bitchy one. I knew what I'll see but I kept walking anyway. I found a huge bra, I just kicked it off my way. The sound were coming from my dad's home office. Doors weren't completley closed so I could see whats inside. My dad having sex with a younger woman. I wasn't suprised. Rich people are stereotyped to have a lots of affairs. None of them had ever proved that this stereotype. Anyway, so I step into the hallway headed for the den as I hear him smelling me. I stop and ask him "Did you just sniff me?". He said "Yes, I think your hair smells so good". I say, "kinda weird that you smell my hair, whatever lets get you some tv so you and I can go to sleep". The TV remote was just flipped to another device, I change it back to Satelite and hit the return button for him to watch his dirty movie. As I toss the remote on the table and start to walk away I feel a sudden.