”“She’s not expecting that!”Perhaps not, but I’d learned a lesson from my talk with my dad. Mrs. Landers was allowing me to sleep in her dau...hter’s bed, and the least I could do was be polite and act like a gentleman towards her.“All the more reason to do it,” I said. “Why not be pleasant and respectful? We have all weekend to fool around.”“You’re serious?” Nancy asked.“Yes. Is that a problem?”“No, I just expected you to want to do it right away!”“I DO want to do it right away! But I also know. Kassidi glanced through the windshield. Only moonlight lit the road. Brian had killed the headlights.She stroked Melinda's hair and gazed into her eyes. "We're almost there." Kassidi cut the shoulder straps of Melinda's bra and pulled it off of her. "Let's make you look good for Brian." She said, as she tugged Melinda's shirt down.Kassidi unbuckled the belt holding Melinda's thighs. "In a few moments we're getting out and you'll have to walk. Don't be stupid. In fact, let's do it this. Her hair was pulled back loosely in a clip that flipped it up off of her neck. Her ample little body was covered in a sweat suit and her tennis shoes looked like they had seen better days. Comfortable clothes to travel in, but not really suited to trying to catch the attentions of a man. If she hadn’t been so obviously trying to hide her observation of him, he doubted that he ever would have approached her. He enjoyed shocking people, but he hadn’t managed to knock this little lady off balance.. She reached around me, her breasts pressing into my back. She hugged me, pressing my penis into her belly and grinding against me. We both were more excited and urgent than we had ever been at the massage parlor. She was breaking her rule big time. This was definitely way off the reservation. Before this, I could always at least pretend that we had a business relationship. I paid her for a massage just as I paid the other ladies. But here I was naked with my naked daughter at her home. We were.