She moved closer to me. Her body brushed my thigh, as she leant towards me. Clicking the ophthalmoscope on, she moved even closer, while my eyes focus...ed on her glossy pink lips. I swallowed hard, clenching my aching pussy, desperate for relief. “Look up, look down, now left, and now right.” I followed her instructions as best I could. Looking down gave me a clear view of a satin beige bra and two full mounds of warm, smooth flesh. I inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent. I could feel my juices. It was right then he heard the back door shut. A moment later, a bikini clad raven haired young woman entered, towel wrapped around her waist.Five years before, his wife had died, killed in a car wreck. Her death left himself and his now 18 year old daughter, Chelsea. Chelsea was the raven haired, blue eyed young woman with breasts to die for, coming in at D cup standing in front him now. They, in turn, had developed a strong bond in the years since.He had greatly loved his wife, who he had. He wasn’t hard to look at either. He wasn’t dressed like a logger, and he didn’t look like he had been to the bar. Nothing like home. She watched with a warm flood or relief as he hoisted her bag into his truck and held the door for her. She wasn’t all alone!An hour later she wasn’t all that sure. There were hotels, and cheap motels, but a quick scan of apartments had sobered her, especially the deposit needed to even pay the first rent. She had no furniture and as yet no job. She had come. “Hey man, check this out. Fresh meat!” Dan dragged a chair out and spun it around to sit backwards, spilling even more of his sandwich on the table.“Hey Bethany, check this out” I mocked him. “Drunk assholes.”A few of the other people in the room heard the exchange and busted out laughing.Dan flushed and frowned, but I couldn’t stop my smart mouth. I smiled sweetly and said, “I just call ‘em like I see ‘em.”“A smart ass like you needs someone to fu—”“To what, Dan?” Joe growled from just over.