“Faster and faster,” she said, her hand on my cock suiting her actions to her words, moving swiftly up and down my shaft, ”making me wetter and ...wetter...” “Mmmmm!” I breathed, feeling the heat of impending climax building between my thighs and spreading down my legs as her voice surrounded me with vivid images. “Making me hotter... making me cum... and cum… and cum… calling his name... “ Her hand was moving quickly now, the room full of soft slapping noises as her fist struck my pubic hair over. Wearing onlyher panties, she noticed the immediate and impressively conspicuous effecton her nipples that being admired in a sexual way by her dad had caused, andtrembled in enjoyment. Mustering all of her composure, Bambi turned aroundin her most nonchalant manner to face him and give a most casual ?hey daddy,how was your day?? as she reached for her bra, then strutted past the frazzledman as she put it on. From that day on Bambi began to use even her own dad'slust to manipulate him and get. After she hands me the roses, I hand one back to her. She smiles as I walk back into the cafe and give the old lady a rose. Smiling up at me, she gets out of her chair and hugs me…hard! Then I hand out the other ten roses to assorted ladies in the cafe. The last rose that I hand out is to the most beautiful woman in the cafe. She has dirty blonde hair, crystal clear blue eyes and a smile that lights up the whole room. I hand her the rose and I lightly kiss her hand. She smiles at me as I sit. Deciding that he wasn't going to get anything done with the rest of the supplies without actually hauling some of it down to the house, he loaded the back of the truck down with the bags of flour, sugar, and rice. He drove down to the kitchen entrance and backed up to the door. Quickly and quietly he slipped in, pulled the two wheeled cart from the store room and made four frantic trips back to the preparation room, dumping the dry goods in a pile on a convenient pallet. He left them there.