Well, you know." Christ, I asked him to take you to the dance." Rebecca paced the small restroom. "I'll kill him." No Becca, it wasn't his fault. I wa...ted to... Ah, Jesus, what kind of mess have I gotten myself into?"Rebecca leaned against a sink and lit a cigarette, her hands shaking. "So what are your options?" She blew a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling. "You could marry Bud, but you'd be a widow the second my father found out." I know that I'm not going to any sleazy quack. I heard Melissa. I loved nail polish. The intoxicating smell would leave meweak at the knees and I used to love staring at women with pretty handsand feet. Well, this was my chance for a close encounter.I kneeled in front of her and started applying cherry red nail paint onher toes. Soon, I had a raging hard on and much to my discomfort, Sarahnoticed it."Oooh! Somebody likes nail polish," she cooed.I blushed crimson.When I finished, she was surprised at how well I had done the job."I never thought a boy could. Sam had not the slightest idea of what women’s underclothes were or looked like. So, he let his hands follow the stockings as a myriad of fabrics bunched on his wrists. He kept going because not doing it would be the death of him.He travelled over her slim knees only to count another flimsy piece of clothing. “I did not know there were so many layers,” he commented when his fingers sneaked under those too.“These are the drawers,” she informed breathless, relaxed enough and leaning on the. It felt incredible! Baby, he whispered, hold still. Keep your lips tight and keep using your tongue. His cock knob pulled almost all the way out of her mouth. Then her head was pulled down again and her fathers cock sank between her lips. Her head was again pushed back, then pulled down. Now her head was held still. This time, her fathers hips pushed forward and his cock slid farther into her mouth than before. He started slowly fucking her in the mouth, moving his hips in little circles as his.