" Heather pushed her index finger into my chest and playfully shoved me back onto the couch. She flipped on her stereo with the remote and stepped up ...n the rather large glass topped coffee table. My cock sprung to attention as she started to gyrate to the music. Slowly and seductively she danced like the best strippers I'd ever seen. She teased by pulling her top up and down without really revealing anything. When she'd bend over with her ass to me she would smack her butt cheeks and run her. She got up had shower and startedto take plates to eat lunch.we both had lunch .she was not talking with me.then in afternoon she took those painkillers and went to bed. Dad came home at around 8. Mom had just finished making dinner and was sitting in bedroom.we both were wtching tv. She didnt even talk to dad.she took dinner and after dinner she cleaned the table.w were still watching tv.she went in bedroom to sleep.we both asked dad that we want to fuck her.she heard it but didnt move. She. ”“Of course Andre, whatever you need. A couple more hours won’t kill me.”“Thank you, I promise I’ll make it up to you! Bonus pay. Extra vacation. A shopping spree. Ha-ha. I’ll figure something out.”“I’m sure you will. Just tell me what you need me to do.”I followed him into the boardroom where piles of paper were laid out on the table. We started putting binders together as fast as possible, following each other around the table like a game of ring around the Rosie. He was behind me, and every. “You would find slogging through a blizzard more fun than shagging.”“Not more fun, just a…different sort of fun. But I must admit,” the Doctor added, skimming one hand over the curve of Amy’s hip. “This has been a particularly pleasant evening.”“Mmm,” Amy agreed, her eyes closing as the Doctor began tracing some kind of pattern on her skin.“Which is why I’m at a loss for what could possibly be annoying you.”Her eyes snapped open, and this time, the scowl wasn’t nearly as hard to maintain. “I.