Her tanned calves curved gently from her thighs to the point her ankles disappeared beneath her.“You paying for it,” I asked.She leaned closer to ...he center of the map; her finger traced a contour line along the surface. Her top teeth bit lightly into her red, unmade lips as her soft brown eyes moved across the map, following the feature that her finger traveled along.“Nope,” he answered.“I don’t get it,” the student said in a plaintive voice. “What am I looking for?”My colleague and I sighed. Just said 'You must be Sarah Franklin' on that first day. I'm Sarah here, Sally at home." Polly stepped forward, then thought better of if. "I thought it was a bit of a joke at first, then I got to like it. Does it matter?"He shook his head looking at me in wonder, "Oh Sarah! You have no idea. Did Elizabeth know?" Polly came forward, anxious now."Polly! This is witch business." He was serious and Polly backed off.Witch business? Never mind, I could feel love radiating from him. Swing away. She was his, and no one could change that. He'd proven this when he'd fucked her, when he'd made her cum in her own bed, when he'd done all this without the girl even being aware.And that was the best part. He'd fucked his tramp of a daughter and she didn't even know he had. In the days following his fucking her, Amy had been distant, sure, but George had known why: she'd been afraid of getting busted for being out late and for drinking. He never did punish her for that, and the stupid little. I figured maybe she was worried about that Sophie might find that too weird. She didn't share about our recent attempts to get her pregnant. I knew she wouldn't share that until she knew for sure.We finally arrived at Naomi's apartment complex. I parked and we exited the car and went upstairs.Naomi answered the door, in her tank top and a pair of rainbow panties. Her face flushed with embarrassment when she saw I was not alone. "I'm sorry... didn't know... who are?" She stuttered as she.