At the edge of the lot as she was leaving, "Milo, I can always reconsider what you are paying for rent you know." She turned and hurried up the path t... her house, leaving me to stare after her.The girls and I had a leisurely breakfast. "We have a lot to do this morning. You know I lived with Patrick and Linda after your Mom and I sold our old house. Well I have something to give Linda to thank her. We'll load it on and take it over to her. She'll love to see you with me." Are you sure Dad? We. He was an Asian man, maybe older than Christine. Hard to tell. Christine apologized. Her husband ignored him but he was quiet for the rest of the dinner. Christine's husband didn't want to go home, he wanted a night cap. They went to a bar in China Town where he ogled more women and had a few more drinks. Christine endured the embarrassment as he flirted with several Asian women and was shot down spectacularly. Someone sat on the bar stool next to Christine and she recognized the man from the. I then sat her on the couch and kneeled down in front of her. I ran my hands up the side of her legs and underneath her tee-shirt until I found her panties. As I started to pull them down she obligingly lifted herself slightly. With her panties gone she slid herself forward slightly and opened her legs wide for me, giving me my first real look at her. She was clean-shaven and had small neat pussy lips. Her pussy looked small, and dark, and wet, and inviting. She really was truly beautiful. I. My cock started throbbing again and I got comfortable in my chair excited that the thought of what she was asking me to do. I took my hand and wrapped it around my cock and slowly started gliding my hand up and down my stiffening shaft. She took a seat on the corner of my desk and watched me as I started jerking off again. She let out a soft moan as she raised her leg up on my desk and slowly slid her hand up her thigh to her already wet panties. "Fuck you've got a nice cock," she said to.