What happened was this. One night, my dad just didn't got to bed. It got later and later, closer and closer to my precious 11pm window of filth. And m... dad just sat there. And sat there. I was internally begging for him to go to bed so I could switch over and rub my little clit. That night he stayed in the room until 11.05 and then said he was going to bed. Within seconds of him leaving the room I had the channel on, my legs wide open and I was rubbing my cunt like a mad woman. The next night. At one point, without thinking, Stacee pulled the top of her dress away from her tits to make sure the got the soda that had run down between her tits as well. Chad's eyes went wide, but she didn't care to notice. Chad took the dirty towels from her and threw them away. "So sorry about that. If you'd like I can have your clothes dry cleaned for you." Chad nicely offered."Oh, it's ok. It was Sprite, so no harm no foul." Stacee replied."I tell you what then. I will buy you lunch tomorrow. Black jeans hugged his asshole tight. The wide bars, covered with a white shirt, looked really good.I smiled as he sat down in the armchair, his bald head tilted towards the laptop. He was busy working, causing a swim to glance up at his face. The blue eyes could go ahead with the ocean. Lovely. I stared at them captivated, not realizing that the dick in my pants was pulsating again. I wanted to touch, caress a little, but I couldn't. Fucking jeans. The curse of the standing clubs. It hurt like. In places they go hundreds of feet under the ground. There are subterranean streams flowing through them. There are even underground lakes! Don’t you dare go off exploring on your own! You be lost in a twinkling! They’re dangerous too. You could easily fall down a pothole in the dark.”“You have my firm assurance that I have not the slightest wish or inclination to wander off through a bunch of dark caves on my own!”“Good girl! Stick to the environs in and around the house. Normally we don’t.