”“That’s stupid. You guys didn’t wait until you were married. Why should we?”Laughing, June said, “What we did doesn’t matter. He’s a ...ather and that’s how fathers act.”Cathy was about to climb off the bench and go over to Sam. Before she had a chance complete the move, Sharon grabbed her shoulder and pressed her back onto the bench. In a soft voice, she said, “Let them be. They have to clear the air and you don’t want to make things worse.”“Worse? Daddy’s going to kill Sam,” Cathy said staring. Behind him was a plate glass window that overlooked Lake Michigan, but he was in no mood to enjoy the view. Today is December 10, he reflected, exactly six months since Amy, the daughter of his law partner and friend John Debbs, had disappeared. It had been exactly four months since he lost his wife Tricia when she was hit by a drunk driver. It had been exactly two months since John himself had died, leaving Robert with the unenviable task of tracking down Amy, if at all possible. He had a. Was this official or personal? I stepped aside to allow him to enter. “Of course, Mr. Swenson.” He stepped inside and stopped. I moved past him to the kitchen area on the right. “Can I get you a beer, wine, or something stronger? I was just getting myself one.”“Uh … okay … a beer, thanks. Please call me Harold.” I smiled. Maybe it wasn’t official. Then, what?I saw him move to the edge of the kitchen as I opened the refrigerator and bent over to look into the bottom shelf. “All I have is Miller. He saw her looking towards the pile of lingerie that someone had thrown on the floor, but he quickly told her she was to be naked underneath. As she pulled the dress on she felt the cum, sweat, honey and cream sticking the dress to her body. Soon she was in the dress and stood before all the guys. She was told to kneel. The guys then formed a circle around her. The boss spoke, "Sarah you ae an amazing slut, but coming all the way to your home to use your fuckable body is too much, so we at the.