I walk to him and stand between his legs and slowly pull my tshirt off. I'm wearing my lacy black bra. He's inspired me to start wearing this stuff ag...in. I unbutton my jeans and push them to the floor, tossing them aside with my foot. My panties aren't as exciting I think, little shiny white ones. His eyes glaze over. I can tell he likes them. I step back and take his shoes off. I know he likes them off when we... well, fuck. I set them aside. He's such a neat person, amazing me that his. Linda took it, and he helped her to her feet, before sliding his arm around her waist, and gently guiding her towards her bedroom (his being occupied at the moment.)When they got there, Steve guided Linda to sit on the edge of the bed, and stood in front of her. "This is going to go only as far as you want it to, and there will never be a word said by me, no matter what. I'd suggest we start slow, and see where we end up. I promise you, that you can be lying naked, spread open, with me about to. Oh my gosh, he’s even more handsome in person. Virtual butterflies appeared in her stomach as she shyly smiled, reaching him. “Hi, Dad...” Should I hug him? Is that too much? “Come here, girl!” He pulled her into a tight embrace.“D-Dad.” Her cheeks got red as he held on, looking at some of the people who glanced their way.“Sorry, sorry.” He let her go to caress her face. “But you are a damn vision. And I love your hair curly like this.”“It’s a little embarrassing when you talk about me like. Then the two muscular black men as well as the muscular black bar keeper would invent things as the action in the movie would continue. All this was on the first page. “Hold on there.” I said. “I can't allow Kay to be felt up. She's my wife.”“Don't tell me your as stupid as the others. Here you say it's your life dream to be a director and you won't allow your wife to do a little acting. If you don't want to be a director at least think of your wife's dream of being an actress.” Doctor.