As he kept watching over time he knew one of three people would come and take her to the store for groceries once a week. Maybe a little other shoppin... too. Now and then she would walk home with a box, UPS, from work. He was careful and didn’t think she knew he was watching her. She was always polite to him, to everyone really. Men, well boys really would hit on her at work. He could see them, hear them. She didn’t pay them any attention to amount to anything. He didn’t try. He was OK. I picked it up quickly and began to make the company money. Sarah the owners wife was my boss, she was well dressed and always polite, constantly reassuring me that I was doing a good job.After a few months of working there, I was promoted to floor salesman, this was a big thing to me as it included a decent pay rise. It was now Christmas and a party was arranged. We met at the local pub where the back room had been rented out for the evening. Jeff, the owner of where I work had put plenty of. She showed a little shoulder and I took it. She licked her left tittie and I took that. "That's it", I said, "show me skin. Like that. Beautiful." She was on her knees with her titties sticking out and I took that. She laid on her back and her legs planted on the wall and took that shot. Cynthia took off the pajama top and I took every photo of her. “Like that love?” “Yess!” I groaned pushing back against his hand. “I think you like the idea of you fucking Amyelia don’t you?” I hesitated a beat, and then caught myself. Was I so sexually turned on that I missed his intent? Was he asking me to fuck our baby girl? God his fingers were wiggling like snakes inside me and my brain was sending pleasure waves to my entire body. Our, my baby girl. God was I so perverted to imagine sex with her? But we were just playing. Toying. Having some kinky.