.. and a knockout daughter!Like I mentioned, Al had completely forgotten about this incident, even after meeting the teenaged Danielle. He had a sense...he knew her from somewhere, but couldn’t place her. What he did know, was that she was one of the hottest girls he had ever met! Walking, talking, breathing “Jailbait” if there ever was.Previously, on another overnight visit, she and Brit spent a good part of the day hanging out at the pool. Al had a very hard (literally!) time keeping his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, she finally says, “I’m still so pissed about last night. I can’t get it out of my head.” I try to appease her by saying “I’m sorry, it was stupid…” But she cuts me off, “Well, it was stupid and I’m pissed. I told Sylvia about the situation and she gave me some really good advice.” The room is still dark as I try to look Kendra in the eyes and ask, “What? You told Sylvia? Why?” Kendra’s tone changes and barks, “Don’t worry why, it’s my prerogative. It was your. I heard the garage door coming down. Next I heard the unmistakable sound of zippers being unzipped.I think my heart skipped not one, but two beats at her reply and her cavalier tone."Hmmmm! Both your big cocks look yummy. Just what a girl needs after a busy day shopping, two large tube steaks, very rare and served with plenty of creamy cum gravy." Ellen said so sensuously, that the eroticism of it stunned me.As the sounds from the scene unfolded, the best I could tell was that both Bobby. The smile left quickly."No, it's not that. Well, simply put, he's a therapy dog. I have to explain that all the time. Not to worry, Catalina. It's fine." He smiled again as he gathered his things together, finishing his preparations to leave."But, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm sorry. You just don't look like you need a service dog, I guess." She was fast losing the joy she had felt just moments earlier.He put his things on the desk and sat down on it. "It's really not that. Barkley is a therapy.