I am haunted by her, her memory, her image. I can see her, seated at the desk. She is laughing, her perfect white teeth. There is color here, her arms...outstretched, offering her embrace. I touch her hands, bringing them within my own… so beautiful, so perfect. She presses her lips against my forehead, the warmth penetrating my skin. Vanilla, lavender, her smell is a part of me. I stand slowly… looking left, than right… where is the door? Where is the bathroom? This house, so cold, so distant,. "Henry did not move from the door. "What time do you have to be there by?" Nine."Henry craned his neck and looked at the clock. "You've got time. Only takes you about ten minutes by bike to get over there." So what the hell do you want from me now?"Henry folded his arms. "I definitely don't like what this job is doing to you if you have that kind of attitude. Regardless of your feelings towards me, I'm still your father, and I expect you to speak to me with a civil tongue."Jason took a deep. I know it’s your favorite. You love the way it hugs my body, showing all my curves. I let my dress fall to the floor and I step out of it. Standing in the kitchen with just my black lace bra and matching panties and my 5in heels on, I turn in a circle slowly because I know somewhere you are watching me strip for you. I unsnap my bra and take it off revealing my 40DDD tits you love so much. The cool air in our house hits my nipples and immediately they begin to get hard straining for your mouths. I stood there and watched and he would switch cocks, sucking each one for a few strokes then jerk himself for a few strokes. I slowly started to form a plan I didn't think of before and slowly got undressed, careful not to make a noise. I went back to the shower door and continued to watch. If I surprised him too early it could be too embarrassing for him. I wanted to wait until passion took complete hold him. I watched as he was slowly bouncing up and down on the shower seat and alternating.