3Scott and Candace wait at the hostess podium as a table is cleared. The hostess addresses them as husband and wife, and neither of them correct her.... They share a sideways smile as they follow her to their table. They are led to an intimately lit table in a quiet corner. Once they are seated they begin looking over the menu. The waiter stops by their table and asks what they’d like to drink. Scott orders a Captain Morgan and Coke, Candace orders one of her fruity drinks. The waiter runs. Gareth was the third in line and the first to spit out a pebble. There were no other pebbles in the puddings. People were amazed that the competition had come to such an abrupt ending and complained that there was supposed to be another round of elimination, but the mayor’s decision was final. Gareth had “won” the competition. After the brief dispute, celebration and revelry went on all night long.Gareth sat, enjoying the festival, but contemplating the doom that he had just accepted for. He paternally put his arm around me, and I snuggled into him. The bulge got bigger, and my pussy started to get wet. This was so weird, I thought to myself. Father and daughter turning each other on. I non-chalantly started rubbing my nipples with the base of my hand. They instantly got hard, as I saw his bulge get bigger and bigger. I longed to touch it. To send an electric current through his cock. I patiently waited. He started rubbing my shoulder. My pussy was on fire, and I was sure he was. On the 9th we prepacked the Suburban to go do the seminar at PSU University with Lorrie, Vicky, Jenny, Kate and myself. We took along with the two Homer dummies and the video and audio equipment that we needed.Misty wanted to go along, "I am better now, my head is clearer. I want to hear the presentation again." Against my better judgment I relented and allowed her to come. We would be packed like sardines, three to a seat. I felt like there was an underlying reason, maybe closure for her.On.