However, her breasts jiggle as she walks out of the bathroom, causing her nightie to subtly slip downwards until her pink areola peeks out again."Morn...ng," her dad greets her as she walks into the kitchen."Morning," Stephanie replies as she sits down at the table and opens the old book she left there last night:The book, Gandersnatch, is a vintage erotic novel in the "Embarrassed Naked Female" genre. That means the protagonist keeps unwillingly finding herself in compromising situations, or in. I wasn't all that fond of the 'all-white' look, and was using my own lights to decorate her house. By the time I had finished I was sweating up a storm, and was getting nervous about the time.The carpet guys left first, reminding me to let the carpet dry for another hour before returning the furniture to its place. The cleaning crew followed shortly after, and I'd rewarded them nicely, tipping them an extra hundred bucks for coming out on Christmas Eve. I moved indoors, with the lights complete. He was leaning over her now, the head of his cock toying with her clit. She moaned, her body writhing under his. He entered her slowly, letting her feel every inch of his cock as he filled her. The feeling was both amazing and agonizing, and Lexi arched her back, pulling him deeper into her. The pace was slower this time, and she could feel the orgasm in her body steadily building. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as close to him as possible while he thrusted slow and deep into her.. I'd touched a nerve somewhere because on her nights out with the girls she was usually hot to get me in bed when she got home. It wasn't at all like her to let me go to bed alone.The next morning I went digging through the boxes where I keep the manuals and handbooks that come with the stuff that I buy. I found the instruction book for the telephone answering machine and read it. My memory had been good. I'd thought the machine had a remote feature and I'd been right. I'd never before used it..