. well, let's just say, it helps to keep me in the style to which I'm accustomed.Anyway, the Porsche swung smoothly into the yard, a little before six..., and a very well-kept lady in a mauve silk dress got out, locked up, and marched quickly towards the shops, as though she was late for something.In half-a-minute flat, I'd lugged out the clamp and the chain, and secured it firmly behind that front wheel. Then I pasted the notice on the windscreen. 'DO NOT ATTEMPT TO MOVE THIS VEHICLE.'Not legal. "I mean it, Sam. Treat her right."I put my arms around Mrs. H. She kissed me, and she lingered as though she didn't really want to let me go."Of course I will, Mrs. H. Count on it."I felt her breasts against me as she pulled me in tighter and rested her cheek under my chin. After moment she pulled back and kissed me once more. I think I heard her sigh."Thank you, Sam."I gave her a last squeeze and let her go. Hebe watched me from beside the car."What was that about, Sam?" She wanted me to take. "Now Scott knew where the part of the cock that he couldn't see was hidden and it wasn't in Anne's vagina. He was trying to control himself but found it impossible. His cock was as hard as it had ever been and tenting his pants. He was embarrassed and wanted to sit.Ray saw the reaction that Scott was having to the performance Anne and two of her lovers were putting on just a few feet in front of them. "Get's to you doesn't it?" Yeah, it does. Wish there was somewhere to sit," he said glancing. Sensing my surrender my father began to explore my body with his hands, sliding them into my dress to play with my tits and then down to the hem of my dress to slide a hand under my dress to stroke my pussy through my panties. I could feel my juices gushing and making my panties wet, I had no doubt that my father could feel this too, I yearned for him to run his fingers over my bare flesh and wriggled against his stroking hand, pressing it even tighter to my pussy. His body pressed against mine.