But your my daughters best friend. Your father and i are best friends. They trusted me with you. I think of u as my daughter," the more he spoke the m...re he looked less frustrated and more angry." So u let your daughter suck your dick, and when you speak to her your dick gets hard right?" I realized that the more angry he got the better chance i had of getting angry fucked and i liked that idea. " I cant risk getting caught Kay i just cant," " Who said anything about getting caught ? You could. I was walking my dog once and she invited me in with her husband home and everything. It was nice as we sat at the kitchen table and had small talk about the neighborhood. Before I left, she said, “Come back any time.” The way she said it struck me odd. It wasn’t the usual way a woman that age would talk to me. She had also mentioned her husband worked Tuesday nights. Why would she mention that?I returned Tuesday night to find out. I was nervous approaching the door, but curious and turned on. ’ She gasped. ‘What you drove 700 miles after finishing your shift?’ ‘Yeah but I had that sleep of about three hours.’ ‘What was the rush?’ ‘To meet you Lana.’ She proved to be up to the challenge. ‘Omigod is that wit or lust speaking Pete? I heard about you miners rushing off on a break from a mainly male environment with only one thing in mind.’ ‘Yeah perhaps you have Lana but alas I’m one of the Priests at the mining community.’ ‘Stop lying to me Pete,’ she smiled. ‘I didn’t come down in the. I would go to Baltimore, meet with Sandra Lynch, and determine if the building was a viable option.To my surprise, Cynthia joined me for breakfast. Her haggard look made me wonder if she'd gotten any sleep the night before. It also made me question her age. Was she really only thirty-something? She didn't stay long, only long enough to take three bites of oatmeal and to tell me she was going to stay home.Wanda was subdued and didn't elaborate about her weekend until mid-morning, when she came.