Alice drove past the entrance, and the four visitor's parking spaces, around to the back of the building.In the back, a small parking lot, containing ...about twenty cars, was next to the drive. The employee's entrance was on the other side of the drive.Beyond the lot was the loading dock. Only one receiving bay, and a short set of stairs leading up to a door by the large garage door. At the foot of the stairs stood Donald.Donald walked up to the SUV as it came to the halt.Alice rolled down her. Fuck, she was gorgeous! She had obviously gotten her looks from her mother: Wavy, shoulder-length black hair contrasted with soft, alabaster skin and big blue eyes. 36C breasts were unusually large and firm for her age, while her legs were long, silky-smooth perfection.She stood just inside the doorway, silhouetted by the faint light coming from the hallway. She wore a long t-shirt; I couldn't see if she was wearing panties. I could, however see how her beautiful young tits were straining. " I just about said 'aremen' but stopped myself."Have a dick?" she offered after an awkward silence. "Yeah, that's whyit's called Dickies."I processed that information as I took a sip of my second beer but Ialmost choked in surprise as a sweet creamy liquid hit my tongue.Turning the bottle around I saw the label, 'Dickie's milk.' It readbelow the bar's logo. 'A creamy smooth pina colada.' "Not quite what Iwas expecting," I coughed.Camille reached out and wrapped her hand around mine,. I looked at Chyrl, every bit the sex symbol she projected, 'Fancy swapping fathers for a night', I hoped she would see the humour and not feel bad about my now knowing her i****tuous secret.'Dad, I'm not wearing pyjamas', I shrieked as my bare thighs came into view. My hands were locked in a death grip on the duvet, now close to ripping, as more and more of my nude body came into view and my thighs crossed and trapped a sizeable portion between them, daddy's pulling was providing friction.