There was the short discussion about scoring despite the fact that Pepper’s shoe was the only one within six inches of the post.Sam said, “Another... point for our team.”“What does that make? One?” Carl asked picking up his horseshoe.“It makes it four to four,” Pepper said picking up his horseshoe.He was having a good time. The game was an easy one to learn, but that didn’t mean it was easy to play well. He hadn’t realized that it was more of a social game than a competitive game. At least that. I threw away the bra I'd beenstruggling with and found one that clasped in the front, something Ifound significantly easier to manage. I pulled a plain crimson t-shirtover my head and slid my feet into a pair of Nikes.I collected my laptop and opened my bedroom door.My father had been standing in the hallway outside, waiting for me to beready to leave, he collected my suitcase and began walking the hallwaytowards the garage. I followed, and although the desire to get out of thehouse was. I can see you smile when I say something amusing. I can see you thinking before answering my questions. Then you break and tell me you want me to cum. You must have seen it in my eyes. The urgent need to show you all of myself. I position the camera face on. I sit up, naked for you. I can see your eyes looking me over. I hope you like what you see. My legs are closed, not wanting you to not fully see me yet. I don't want you to see how my pussy is dripping its load all over the sofa. I dont. Frank was sitting on the couch blowing steam off of a cup of coffee. There was a big bruise under his right eye and a long cut on his forehead."That was a neat little trick you played on me last night," he muttered.I looked at him coolly. "You're the one who plays tricks." I started out onto the porch."Wait, don't leave yet."I stopped and looked at his battered face. "How did you explain those bruises to Linda?" I asked with a smile."She just thinks Nat and I scuffled a bit," he said, digging.