Resisting the urge to scream at him to get the fuck out of the office, she used her quick-witted brain to do the job instead.“Clarence, have you see... the rock that your old buddy, Chad, put on my finger?” Reina asked, sounding more than a little devious. “It’s just the kind of thing your little red-haired whore is likely to notice and want if she sees it this weekend at the cabin. And how are you going to explain that to your wife? And, if I do say so myself, Chad’s expertise with the whip and. Her cunt squeezed my middle finger. I slowly fingered Windy. My dad watched us through the window.Windy's pussy began to loosen, so I inserted a second, and then a third finger. I gave her a good little finger fucking. She signaled her approval by thrusting her hips upward. Windy moaned with each penetration. Then I heard my dad's voice."Alright girls, what's going on here?" My dad stood over us with a stern look on his face. Windy gasped and put her hands over her breasts."Um, nothing Dad, we. One morning he invited me to go mountain biking with him on a local coast trail. We got on our cycling gear, I was wearing thread bare blue spandex bike shorts and a ripped collar T-shirt, Andy has on black cycling shorts and a white cycling jersey. We loaded our mountain bikes into the back of his 240Z and he drove us to the trail head.It was a hot muggy summer day, the we were on criss crossed a stream, witch was refreshing to splash through. On one crossing with Andy behind me, I slipped on. "Sorry I don't have much furniture, you can sit in the easy chair. I'll bring the desk chair out." "Thanks, anything beats sitting on old Ranger." "Ranger?" "That's my sled. I wanted to give him a name for good luck." "Don't you usually name things like that after women?" "Yes, usually. I sort of fell in love with the name because of a story I once read." It makes me pause, something sounds so familiar about the name of his sled. I stir the hot chocolate in the water until it makes a rich brown.