It had definitely been her fathers hard cock poking through his jeans rubbing against her arm. But she dismissed it quickly. He had probably felt her ...erect nipples as well as he had leaned in close to whisper to her. She laughed to herself quietly. He was probably really embarrassed by it.After a while she gave up the search in the bathroom and yelled toward the kitchen for her dad. The storm had died down but she got no answer. She decided he must be in his bedroom looking for candles so she. She grunted something and left. When she returned, she was still frowning. It looked very cute.“That’s disgusting,” she informed me, dropping the toilet paper roll.I handed her a glass of orange juice and started the scrambled eggs.Taking a sip, she grimaced. “What is this? It’s awful.”“Orange Tang. Orange breakfast crystals.”She put the glass aside. “I can’t drink it.”Then, when I served her scrambled eggs, she took a bite and frowned again. “There’s something wrong with these eggs.”“They’re. Another condition requires the trust to use best endeavours to stage a Christmas Pantomime just like the old days and the auditorium will double as the venue for other stage productions.’ Sharon giggled and said she was Queen Diddy one year at the Starlight and Terry laughed and said he remembered that panto (pantomime). Murdoch said firmly ‘Well guys, we seem to be on the same Planet. Will you donate to the appeal?’ ‘One thousand,’ Steven Walker growled but his wife Sharon said to him to make. She was twenty-three.”“Mrs. Robinson?”“She was widowed. And from there, well, just assume I lived out every heterosexual man’s fantasy for the next eighteen years.”“And I was going to be another notch in your bedpost?”I shook my head, “I never, ever looked at it that way. I only know the number because someone who reads my journals counted them.”“Wait! You would have written about us in your diary?”“Sure. Pretty much everything important in my life goes into my journal, along with philosophical.