I looked at the clock and was getting ready to go through my mental list of punishments for Deb staying out too long when the front door opened.“Hi ...addy! I made it,” Deb giggled.I chuckled, “Yeah you made it.”“You weren’t worried, were you?”“Deb, I’m your father. Of course, I was worried. I always worry about you when you go out.”“I love you too, Daddy.”“Have you got a cold?”“No. Why?”“Well it looks like your nose is running.”Deb put a finger to her nose and felt the wetness.“Oh my,” and with. "Now don't go getting your underpants in a twist young feller. I told you I wouldn't contact you again unless things changed, and BOY have they changed. Your old buddy, Cutler had him some friends, and they been just dying to take their revenge on the guy that usurped him from the throne."Normal wise, I wouldn't care either way, but you and me got us a history, and so I knew you'd want to hear all these details, 'specially since they coming after you this time..." I'm not hearing anything that. This is scrumptious,” I said.“Well, just because my football stars need their carbs, doesn’t mean that those carbs need to be bland.”The exclamations of “Thanks, Dad” from Rhee and Heather were overlapping and were answered by Dad’s “You’re very welcome.”Once we vacuumed up breakfast, we three went back upstairs to change into our uniforms.“Ummm,” Heather started saying, as she doffed her shirt.She then looked over her shoulder at the open door, then stepped over to close it. With a pink face,. Leaning over the counter more, still singing low, he pushed his hips further into me, his hard cock trapped in his pants. He had previously pulled it up so his head peeked out of the waist band of his plaid lounge pants, his cock lined up with the crack of my ass. I moan, audibly, and he leads his hands up my body to my breasts. I continue gyrating my hips , yet he’s stopped to kneed and squeeze my breasts through my thin tank top. My nipples erect, both very prominent and pierced, traveled.