It didn't take long for her to greet him with a hug and a kiss on the mouth whenever we got together. He would often cop a feel of her nice ass or her... breasts. She would play with her beautiful long hair and playfully have a finger in her mouth, obviously flirting with him. Slowly she changed the way she dressed, short skirts, baring her shoulders, deep cleavage. Meanwhile the neighbors were so open and touchy that i just accepted it as the kind of people they were. And that Vicky liked them. I got a new, better job; one where I can work from home. I payed my bills on time, got her into a nice new school, and even had enough extra money to get us nice clothes and toys for her, and I was even able to take her to Chucky Cheese's for her birthday. Life seemed to be taking a step in the right direction. But the suffering wasnt over. I remember that afternoon so clearly. I went to her school at 1:15 like always, happy to pick her up on a marvulous Friday. I didnt tell her yet, but I. His hand cupped my pussy, which I already knew was soaking again, and a low hum signalled his approval. He inserted one, then two fingers, moving them to immediately locate the most sensitive bundle of nerves. The man was a pro. He swiftly lowered to his stomach between my legs, running the nails of his free hand teasingly over my stomach, making my hips rise towards him.Instantly his mouth was at my pussy, his hand was alternating with his tongue, rubbing and stroking where his tongue was not. Another traffic light! SHIT. As I made the turn into the neighborhood I began tossing articles of clothing off. Shoes, jacket, then the tie and blouse. As I hit the garage door opener I was twisting out of my bra and trying to use my toes to pull my stockings off. I was suffocating under all those layers! I hated the dress attire at the office. I jumped from the car as the garage door was closing, nearly tripping over my dangling stockings while sliding off the skirt.I grabbed a chilled bottle.