‘It’s not something cheap, is it? Dad hates cheap.’ ‘Four hundred dollars.’ ‘Four hundred! Can we afford it?’ ‘Yes, dear.’ ‘Would ...ou check the cake please?’ The red velvet smelled divine. ‘It’s out. You frosted it half an hour ago.’ ‘Oh. Would you wrap dad’s gift?’ She wasn’t sure what he could do but she wanted help. ‘Already did it.’ A heartbeat passed. ‘What’s the matter, honey? I haven’t seen you this uptight, since well, the wedding.’ ‘It’s dad. I haven’t seen him in six months. Since our. He reaches over and squeezes my left boob. They aren't real of course but I give him a pretend sensual groan, as if they were. He smiled at me and returned his attention to the road."You like that don't you?" he said.I dipped my chin and looked up at him. "Yes," I said."You little slut," he said.Touch me again, I thought, but instead of saying that I merely smiled again and fluttered my eyelashes. He chuckled and concentrated again on the road.I shifted position on the seat and crossed my legs.. Soap all over. Suddenly, I hear the curtain opening, where she was without any hint she joined the shower striping. My horsepower increased with her touch on the back. That made it grew bigger.She was exploring my body, and suddenly I turned and we were cuddling each other, cleared my face and started to kiss her, after few minutes she grabbed my tool and started stroking slowly. She kneeled there itself and kept my whole thing in her mouth. No words there, after 10mins of blowing.I couldn’t. ” We walk to the corner of the street, and look for any taxis that might be approaching from either direction. M is still holding on to my arm. She is squeezing it a bit tighter now. I can feel the softness of her breasts as they press into my arm. I wonder if she can feel my heart pounding through the side of my chest, where her arms are pressed against. “I had a nice time M, thank you,” I tell her again. Just to break the silence between us. “I really wish you would stay longer,” She says.