Sunday is my most hated day of the week. The Boomtown Rats had it wrong. Monday’s weren’t the worst. Not for me. I liked my job as Manager of Wast...e Water Treatment for the town. It was a stress-free occupation that provided rewards, kept me interested, and provided excellent benefits; six weeks paid vacation per year, a defined benefit retirement plan, and enough money to live in comfort. Sunday’s, though, were bleak. It was the end of the weekend. I’d never lost the feeling I’d had in high. I crawled towards her as her had rose quickly to help me out of my own pants. I wondered for a moment if she had done this before as her hand worked its way down parting my lips, finding me already turned on she smiled. Still on my hands and knees I got lost for a moment in the sensations she was creating. The tip of her finger was sliding easily around the opening as she kept pulling her hand backwards dragging it across my clit. I had forgotten for the moment this was reciprocal but. I have one of our better people handling the case. If and when any of you are needed, she will tell me and I will let you know. If he doesn’t plead, then all three of you will have to testify at trial. That will be a while.“Now, on to happier subjects, what about the prom?”I said, “Dad, I have the tickets. Jack and Elaine would be delighted to double with us. Elaine’s mother is going to allow them to have friends come to their house for an after prom party. There will be two or four other. She used to adore dancing, but he's had problems as he's gotten older and can't dance anymore — his knees, I think. Anyway, you dance a couple with her, and you will be in her good graces for life!"When we returned to the table, Ellen said, rather loudly,"Martha, you've been keeping Mark's dancing skills a secret from us! He didn't step on my feet once — in fact, I think he's one of the better dance partners I've had!"Martha was sitting there with her mouth half-open, in shock.I think that she.