Oh well, easier access." She giggled to herself.When she had finished she pulled up the stockings feeling them tear at the crotch. "Damn! Now it's rea...lly easy access." She thought as she fixed herself, pulling the skimpy skirt as far down as she could, barely covering the bottom of her butt cheeks and exited the stall. The gentleman was standing in the same place when she returned to the wash area. Again, she looked at him oddly and shrugged.She turned to a sink and bent over turning on the. She said, "Wait until your father gets home."Mom and Tiffany sat in the living room, waiting for him. I'm sure Tiffany wasn't worried. I call him Dad. He's always been Daddy to her. She has the poor guy wrapped around her little finger, and all she has to say is "Daaa-deee" and he does whatever she wants. If I didn't know better, I'd think she was giving him some on the side. But my father's not like that, and besides, it's been that way with her and him since she could talk.OK, I'll admit it.. In a few minutes time, once Siri sent the gate to December 18, 2014, at 9:24 pm, Young-Rebecca would tumble through backwards and whack her head on the floor. She would discover Rebecca in the detested purple lounge wear that was as close as she could remember to what Leda wore in the palace 20 years ago.She’d never seriously considered the ramifications of an encounter with Young-Rebecca, simply because it didn’t appear possible with the gate disabled. But the surprise discovery of the TTM,. I've lusted after this little vixen for as long as I can remember. Probably starting in high school. She was a three sport star, basketball, volleyball and softball. She had this tight little muscular ass that wouldn't quit. I can't tell you how many times I fantasized I was fucking her instead of Diane. A large B-cup that stood high and firm on her chest. She was the proverbial walking wet dream. I just wanted to run my hands and lips all over her body. Hell, I've made that offer to her more.