She walked into the house, “Mom, Dad, I’m home.”Tony, her Dad was waiting, “Hi honey,” he said.“Where’s Mom?” Sylvie queried.“Hi hon...ey, you better sit down,” he said, she looked worried, “She’s OK but she left me,” he said, “I guess you better pack up your things.”“But Dad, I like it here with you,” she pleaded.“Yes honey, but you know I’m your step dad, your real dad is Harold Peters, mom’s first husband, you can’t stay with me.”“Why not?” Sylvie asked.“It ain’t right, folks will talk,” he. ..the Intake Director as she called herself an exceptionally beautiful young woman with a thousand watt smile directed us over to a private elevator we were to punch in a special security code that would allow us to enter the elevator I looked at Patricia shrugged my shoulders and said “What no retina scanner boy they really cheaped out here!” Patricia played right along with me “At the very least!” She sniffed pretending to hold her nose in the air...that cracked me up and we both entered as. Given the time, I doubt it was meant to be sensual but it had that immediate effect. I could feel my nipples harden; I know she could. I could also tell that she was enjoying her new-found power. It was heating up in my kitty; I could feel it getting wet.The other person squeezed tight against me from the front, kissed me lightly on the lips. Then her hand grasped my ass cheek and squeezed hard enough to hurt. I opened my eyes at that to stare into Jens dancing blue eyes. She immediately. She pulled her thin transparent straps over her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor. Her body was perfectly shaped, as I couldn’t help stare at her for a second. He skin was soft ashen like alabaster. It shone slightly as the sun spread through the slits in the pulled blinds. She began unbuttoning my flies as she slowly crouched5bringing my trousers down thus bending her knees in such a voluptuous way that I almost forgot what she would find, or should I say, not find, under my.