Her hands were shaking as she poured some O.J. and gulped it down. She poured another, but only half way. "Hey, dad, you want a screwdriver?" she call...ed. Jazz needed something to calm her nerves, and it was only polite to offer him something to drink as well. "Yeah, I'll take one," was the the reply from her father. She poured another glass halfway, then added vodka to both. By the time Jazz got back to the living room, half of hers was gone, and she was feeling more confident. She sat back. She said “i know , i could feel your cock against my thighs when we danced on my birthday. I noticed the bulge in your shorts when you went to get the drink, and so i opened the button so that you could get a good view of my breasts. Well, i am happy for us now” She sat up, our pelvis’ joined, and told me to take her to my bedroom. I picked her up still inside her, carrying her to the bedroom, and lowered her to the bed lying on top of her. She said “place your hands on my breasts, and start. " But we haven't done it successfully yet. Look, I'll make a deal withyou, we'll stop after we have matched what that couple on TV did, andthe faster we do, the faster we can engage in other activities suitablefor the bed, agreed?"The thought of sex got him back into bed. As soon as I gave the signalwe quickly stripped and wiggled into the others clothes. This time webeat the clock and I hopped out of bed in triumph. My Robert also gotout of bed much quicker than before. He had also done a far. Then he looked at me with those eyes, eyes that I now know change with his mood, eyes too blue to resist. We chatted for all of 15 minutes before we were making out and he was holding my ass and my hand was on his jeans feeling his cock. So many things he had boasted and I had shot down, now only to think he was right in his audacity. I left there hoping for another meeting but not sure if it would happen. The text was just as daring, "do you want to be my slut?" it read. I never hesitated and.