"Oh daddy, don't tell me you've never thought about it," she said, still holding my hand and moving it to lift her very short skirt to reveal a pair o... tiny pink frilly panties. "Surely you think I'm beautiful?" she smiled fluttering her eyelashes, and I nodded, of course she was, "And I think it's pretty clear that you've not been getting enough sex." She was obviously right about this and I was a little ashamed to admit this closeness to such a gorgeous young girl was turning me on a little. . Needed to be with me. I got angry. I became ... aggressive seems like such a poor choice of words.“I flipped her around so that she was on her hands and knees, and grabbed her hair as I started pounding into her. I had no intension of making love any longer; I wanted to punish her for thinking that I needed her pity. Yes, I was hurting, and yes I was feeling alone, but I didn’t need anyone feeling sorry for me.“She was surprised by the change in position, but she apparently was getting into. It would dry out in ten more minutes, much less a pause long enough for lovemaking. Besides, this was his last day at home for nearly a week, and Steve was out of the way for hours; she didn't want a quickie.They sat opposite each other in the kitchen. Occasionally, his ankle rubbed up her calf. Two could play that game, and her shoes were easier to remove. They quickly put their dishes in the dishwasher, working together with the benefit of years of practice."Save room for dessert?" she asked,. It would take a lot to make her topless. And now for Lisa. She was wearing a painted on very short black short. A gold halter top that was tight under her massive tits, but loose around the rest. If she moved to fast one way or another, the girls would be in full display. Gina introduced me to one girl, her name was Betty. She was black. About 5'3", 145 pounds, built very similar to Gina. She was wearing jean that hugged her nice ass and looked like they were painted on, a sheer white shirt.