”“Yes, at a Halloween party, but I see a fourth!”“I’ll leave you with them to get an introduction. I see a former submariner who I need to s...peak to about the next phase of this party!”“What’s that?” Henry asked as I turned to leave.“Sorry,” I said, turning back. “Clayton Johnson has orders to report to the USS John F. Kennedy. This is doubling as his going-away party.”“How long?”“A thirty-six-month assignment. The JFK is heading to the Middle East.”“Damn, that’s a long time away from home,”. I told my secretary that Mr Walker was going to be in a bit longer since he was being interviewed for a higher skilled job. I closed the blinds and dimmed the lights. I started to unbutton my jacket. He shifted in his chair. I took off my shirt and skirt so I was only in my bra and already soaking panties. I walked over to him and got on my knees in front of his pants. I unzipped them and could see his bulge aching to be released from his boxers. I slowly pulled down his boxers and watched his. ’ The more she stroke my shaft it seemed the harder I got. She then stopped. She reached for the vibrating egg and turned it on. She began to slide the egg up and down my shaft. I could feel the vibration all the way inside me. ‘That’s it, place it on the back side of my shaft behind the head.’ I explained to her. ‘It is so sensitive there’. She did that for a little while. Then she poured a little oil on my balls and placed the egg there. She continued to stroke my cock the same time. I could. Dad made a quiet murmur of amusement. Her beautiful pair of breasts was the first thing her father noticed, its quarter-sized tits just begging to be suck on. Then his eyes fell on her well-developed stomach to her naval and, at last, to her private area. Something he hadn’t seen since the changing of the Diaper Year. The smell of her inner desire was starting to become a noticeable element. “Damn, you ARE a babe,” he complimented, still breathing hard. His hardcore erection never seemed to.