And Dad likes her, or loves her.“We’re sorry we’ve been horrid to you,” I said, “we’ve come to explain, and offer you ... a deal.”“A d...al?”“The thing is,” Lily did her line, “we were a bit jealous, to be honest. About Dad,”“I suppose that’s understandable,” Heather smiled. Generally people can’t help smiling at Lils. Heather was relaxing more now.“Because we’ve all got something in common,” I said. “About Dad.”“I think it’s quite common for teenage girls to have certain feelings towards their. ' He reached across his massive desk and picked up a seldom-used telephone.The high-speed film was processed the same night it was exposed. Black and white grainy images typical of film pushed by aggressive development, yielded recognizable images of an elderly man of Caucasian descent, dressed atypical for his race. Shoulder length hair in odd bands of gray and black hung loosely about his head, restrained by an intricately beaded headband. His clothing was typical for the the western U.S.. Classic beauty with no hint of flash. Tall works for me, too, I got dumped in college by a little cutie who explained that she didn’t consider herself short at 5’3′, but couldn’t see spending the rest of her life standing next to a man a whole foot taller. The ‘Mr. MacNeil’ drew a chuckle from Ben. ‘Call me Jim, please.’ Ben’s voice from behind me: ‘Or do like the rest of us and call him oof, damn it, Chuck….’ I turned. ‘It’s too damn early to be starting this crap, guys. How about letting us. Soon, that wasn’t enough.Mara put her hands beneath her, scooting backward at the same time, her nipples brushing his chest. She planted her knees in the warm loam and rose above them, his erection bumping against her bottom. Curling her fingers around his manhood, she pressed the tip against her folds.A long moan escaped Mara and she threw her head back in rapture from the feeling of his thick cock filling her. Wade groaned beneath her and whispered, “You’re so beautiful,” when she let her.