" Stop it," Sam replied bashfully. "I'm just glad to help. I'm sureyou'd do the same for me." Stupid fat cow," Sam thought. She knew Katy would love t...e idea ofdoing the beauty course. The poor deluded thing probably thought itwould help her get thinner too, because she'd have something to occupyher time. She probably thought she'd become some superstar makeupartist, and that she'd be able to look down on everyone again, justlike at school.But Sam had other fish to fry too. In fact, little Olly. “They’re about to close up shop here, love,” I said while looking into her lovely hazel eyes. “If you'd like, we can continue our discussion at my loft.” ¤¤¤William’s loft was close to the bar. I made a nice show about not being sure about going back to his place with him, but I’m sure he knew it was all an act.His loft was large and clean. My eyes were immediately drawn to the large bed on the other side of the open space. “Would you like something to drink, love.” I tore my eyes away from the. “Shit no, I’m far too fragile, what the hell was I drinking that got me this bad?”“Before, or after those half dozen malt whiskies in that last pub?”I laughed. She groaned and held her head in both hands.“My God, no wonder I was pissed, I didn’t make a real arsehole of myself did I?“No, you were ok in the Pub, well mostly”, I added. “I almost carried you back here. Then I got your real arsehole in the camper after you started acting ‘slutty’. You told me to open some Prosecco, drank a huge. Marsha's lovely young face gaped in awe. "I still don't understand, Dad!"He decided at that lust-maddened moment to show her what he meant exactly, rather than use any further persuasion.Mark slipped his fingers up beneath his daughter's T-shirt and grasped a burning small tit in each hand. He began massaging them gently, rolling his thumb and fingers around the nipples, his meat quivering with frenzied desire."Dad, don't!" sobbed the dark-haired teenager. "Daddy, you're--I'm--Oh! Golly, Daddy,.