“Get those trousers and pants off and then bend over Joanne’s lap. Don’t make a fuss or I’ll make sure you get a lot worse.” Mrs. Wilson smi...led to Joanne, who looked over to her dad.After a few moments’ indecision, the fifty-year-old lawyer sat down on the sofa and removed his expensive Italian shoes. He then sighed as he got back to his feet and unfastened his trousers, allowing them to fall to his ankles before bending down and removing them. He watched his wife, who was growing impatient. She watched silently as Matt flipped through the pages, his hand venturing u*********sly toward the growing bulge at his crotch.Kathy drew a deep breath as Matt put down the magazine and unfasten the belt he was wearing. Her husband and the k**s were downstairs and would probably wonder what was taking her so long to return. Part of her wanted to close the d****s tight and rush out of the room, yet another part of her had a perverted curiosity knowing exactly what Matt was going to do.Before. The Everetts and friends were going to be substantially outnumbered by folks on the other side of the aisle, but I had a few UNC buds who would be showing up. Actually, there probably weren't as many men friends in my life as there maybe ought to be.But, jeez. I'd been pretty busy with the women.I called Kim on the day I was scheduled to return to Chapel Hill, and we met at the Student Union at UNC. We had lunch there -- sandwiches and cokes -- and found a corner. The place was jumping, the. He filled the entire doorway leaning against the door frame looking at me.With his large arms crossed over his chest with the slightest smirk on his face. His dark eyes focused on me like they were last night. "Good morning daddy," my voice sounding a bit unsure.. "Morning babygirl," he pushed himself off of the door frame and spread his arms" I could not help but smile and move into his arms as he gripped me tight. He felt so good holding me against him and kissing the top of my head. "Can.