She had on a bouffant. Definitely not 1966; more like pre-Beatles and the British Invasion. It was for those who thought that Philadelphia was still a...center of pop culture. "Isn't it hot under all that hair?" asked the young girl in thick, black glasses and in boy's jeans and shirt, her elbows resting on the other side of the counter. "Actually, hair is an insulator, Winnie," Tammy told her. "If you're saying it keeps your head cool, I want high hair, too." "'Insulation' doesn't mean it keeps. ”Once I realized what I had done I felt embarrassed and tried to pull back, but he grabbed my hand. “It’s alright, I really enjoyed talking to you,” he whispered, our eyes locked.I bit my lip, not sure what to do, or what I had started. My breath was shortening and my pulse quickened, and I felt a little light headed, and it wasn’t just the alcohol.He slid closer to me on the seat, and our legs were touching side-by-side. His face was only inches from mine now. “We’re getting closer to. You can do me a big favour and vacuum the carpet in theliving room while I'm gone, just like a real maid, eh? By the time you'refinished I'll be back."She turned to go with her coat on, but turned to look at me already with thehoover in my hands."Oh this is not very exciting for you is it? I'll tell you what."She was reaching up under my light skirts, and before I knew what she wasdoing, she slid my tight panties down my legs and had me step out of them.Then, smelling them briefly, she put them. "I am going to bed dad, I will treat you when I get up. Night" I don't think so princess" I say as I get near her, she had her back to me walking towards the kitchen. "Are you listening to me" I shout as I grab her hair from behind."You are sucking my cock until I shoot my load down your throat you filthy little cheap whore"I drag her to her knee's,wrap her hair around my hand & tell her"Take out daddy dick sweet heart, that's a good girl"I look down & see Rachel's sad eye's looking back at.