“Are they doing it?”she called out to Chris. “Hot and fucking,” he called back in a teasing voice.Heather rolled her eyes; she...didn’t have time for this. Chris continued to stroke his cock as he listened toDad ‘n Daughter’s love play. His cock had been rockhard for a solid hour now. He was so horny he wasnearly drunk with desire. The front of his shorts wassoaked with precum. “He’s running his tongue around and around my nipple,”said. I think of the boxes of condoms and organic cotton tampons in the cabinet and am embarrassed, but he does not seem to notice, or if he does, pretends not to. He reaches in and feels the pipes, humming softly to himself. Suddenly I am aware that I am not wearing a bra under my thin cotton blouse, and I wonder if it’s obvious. He closes the cabinet and stands. ‘Yeah, it’s done. I’ll replace it.’ ‘Thanks.’ I maneuver around him awkwardly and lead him into the kitchen, where I busy myself with. ” (What Sir! Now I’ll leave) I said to stay some more time to give me company. She offered to clean the dishes as I was alone. I agreed and followed her to the kitchen. I went slowly and stood behind her inhaling the aroma of jasmine.She was unaware of my presence and continued working jiggling her ass. Suddenly after washing, she turned around and almost crashed into me. I now held her tightly by her shoulders. “Sir, what are you doing? Leave me.” I was in no mood to listen. I held her and. We got pit passes and got to see all the cars and some of the drivers before the race. Some of those guys were so nice that they seemed to be just regular guys. I got Jimmy Johnson’s autograph.Others were so intense it was scary. I barely got out of way before Kyle Busch pushed me into a wall.We had plenty of fun and plenty of beer before it happened. We had great seats and were in a good section. Everyone around us was having fun. As the race neared the end we were all slightly buzzed.Danica.