"Since when do YOU like football honey?" She asked with sincere surprise."Daddy and Chris like football. I wanna be like them." I answered honestly."...Ahhh I see." she said with a smile, going back to the kitchen. She came back with another plate, sat it down then repeated the task again. "Breakfast is ready!" she yelled down the hall. I heard a groan come from my Dad and I started eating. Daddy came out exactly as I saw him before I went to bed the last night. He was wearing only a tshirt. M., but at the very stroke of 2, there they came. They were wrapped in their big towels -- just as they'd been, three weekends ago when I'd first seen them out there. The weather was more reliably hot now. A little breeze would have been welcomed, but my ladies were troopers. They were preparing to take a little sun!I had my bar chair -- tall and comfortable. I had arranged icy refreshments at arm's length, and even had parked my binoculars on the coffee table. I was still debating whether. ”“Sure, bye.”It was faster than that. Beth said, “X, that can deliver tomorrow! I’m having them bring everything that’s mine. We can move in Saturday and spend Saturday night at our new house.”“That’s great. I’ll be at the hotel this evening when you arrive here.”Quietly, she said, “Your little slave girl is looking forward to being in your presence.”“I’m looking forward to using her body for our mutual pleasure.”“Sounds good to me. My panties are getting damp.”If you get into town in time for. But his open mouth hit my neck just below my chin, and he started slavering over my neck.Jesus. This was a pain.'Enough, ' I hissed at the slug. His hands were back around my butt, then pulling up my skirt, in amongst my stocking tops, trying to pry my legs apart. 'Enough!' I said, more loudly this time, just as I heard Jeff's voice from downstairs.'How are you doing up there?' called Jeff.'Just fine, ' I called back, trying to sound up-beat. Trying to push this great bear offa me. His hands.