It’ll never happen again,” he said. “Hmm, and why should I believe you,” she said. “And would it matter even if you were telling the truth.�...� “It’s the only time in these almost sixteen years that I’ve done something like this,” he said. “I swear it.” “You used to do it a lot in the old days, didn’t you, Ronald,” said Stacey. He looked down. “Yes,” he said. “But, that was then and this is now. I’m older now.” “Yes, but, still unbelievably immature. For the record, how was she, I mean before I. Shreyas couldn’t keep his eyes off her as he washed and peeled the vegetables, peppers, greens, and carrots. His eyes traced the curves of her back, her hips and behind as she worked, seemingly focused on her tasks.He came and stood behind her as she worked on the stove top, standing close to her, looking over her shoulder. He pushed his hips out so he rubbed against her, and when she didn’t respond he pressed against her again.“Shreyas, not here, not now.”He backed away slightly and then. I would discreetly move my dress up a bit to show off my legs little by little. Jared would look down try not to let me see how hard he was. "Jared, what's up? You seem like something's on your mind?" "No Ms. Singer, it's just that you look really nice tonight. I didn't think you'd dress up for me." "Why wouldn't I want to dress amazing for someone who thinks the world of me?" He definitely didn't expect that answer. Jared, when you said all those things, I really didn't know what to say. No. You need to hurry up Jess, we have to be at the college in an hour and a half.”“Okay,” Jessie responded, “But hey, come here a minute.”“I am not coming in there to watch you get fucked by my dad.”“Please, I really need to tell you something,” Jessie pleaded.Christy stomped over to the side of the bed Jessie was facing and asked, “alright, I’m here, now what? You could at least stop humping while we talk.”“No, I’m really close and don’t want to lose it,” Jessie extolled as she lifted her leg up,.