I was always looking in on her sleeping form, seeing how her sleep had twisted and disarrayed her clothing, revealing the plumpness of her labia and p...rt of a pink areola. Once or twice an entire breast was visible to my wanton eyes. How much I hated myself for thinking evil as I looked upon her.One evening as I was walking down the hall toward my bedroom, I looked in on Sandra once again. After I had watched her for a while, I suspected that she was not really sleeping. My daughter’s. It looked more like a cheap den than anything else. It had a worn couch whose cushions were molded to the shape of a couple decades’ butts. On an end table was a book, presumably the one Wayne had been reading when Sara came in. There was a small table with two chairs that had the remnants of lunch, a burrito and a soda. There were windows across one wall with venetian blinds, and an air conditioner in one. The room was otherwise lined completely with packed bookcases whose shelves sagged under. Taking a bowl, I broke eight eggs into the bowl, added a splash of milk and started stirring. She pushed me out of the way and continued doing the stirring as I started the flames under the pans. She shrieked as the flames came out, and I laughed which I quickly stopped as she glared at me."Sorry, I shouldn't have laughed," I said."Not funny. I peed myself," she replied as she looked down.I glanced down, saw the trickle of pee running down her leg and grabbed a paper towel. I quickly dried her. She reached over and opened the door. "You look good, girl. Get inDebbie, we've got places to go!"A weight fell away; her enthusiasm was exactly what I needed. "Right!"I opened the door and slid in. She wore dom to my fem. Her long brownlegs contrasted against white shorts and a loose blouse of yellow andred hung over the waist. I shut the door with an expensive sounding"snick" and barely managed to strap in before we accelerated awaysmoothly, the only sounds the spinning of a little gravel and.