Crap, it bothers me all the time. Did I take advantage of her? I keep telling myself I didn't, but can I really be sure? I was there after she'd been ...through one hell of a traumatic experience, but shit, I don't need to tell you that. Was I just there and she fixated on me and will she regret it when she finally gets over it? Hell, I think about it at least a dozen times a day." She's sleeping with you now," she stated and I could only nod. "Do you love her?" Yes, I think I do," I sighed."So. But then I felt the soft skin of his now exposed cock protruding out of his underpants. Oh David, don't start this again, pleaseMy hands were tremblingAnd David held my hands against his warm soft skin and started to undulate his pelvisHis cock felt hot and i could feel he was very excited nowMy breathing quickened, and my eyes closed not knowing what to do His cock was so hard after just a few seconds that it ceased being like his father's semi-hard excuse for a cock and became an object of a. I stared at Greta, in shock, and even though everything inside me was telling me to look at my father, to see what his reaction was, but I just couldn’t look at him. There was a moment of silence. I finally did tear my eyes off Greta, but I looked down into my lap rather than at Dad. It was my dad’s voice that broke the silence. “Greta,” he said and by his tone, he meant business, “go to your room until I come and get you.” I could remember very few times when I heard Dad speak to our. I had passed by her cubicle and said “Hello” and then passed back only seconds later and overheard her say “He has such a great looking ass.” I just smiled to myself and thought “If you knew what I was and wasn’t wearing you’d know why.”After having been with the company for close to four months, my boss called me sounding frantic late one Friday afternoon. The hotel we reserved had no rooms available for him and his travel party. They had been confirmed but guests had not checked out. I had to.