I suddenly remembered that I was wearing the cum stained black thong that Daddy had pushed through the glory hole. Nervously I look up at my daddy and...noticed that his eyes were fixed on Stacy as she headed toward the kitchen with ass her moving from side to side. I looked down and noticed that his bulge was suddenly much bigger."I'll have a coke. Thanks Stacy!" My dad said as she left the room.A few minutes later Stacy reappeared and walked right in from of my dad. She bent over to set his. The thirty-two year old redhead was determined to make her way into that circle, no matter what it took. She’d even gone so far as to let another lawyer at the firm set her up on a blind date for the game so as not to stand out as a loner at another corporate function. The only man she’d been seeing of late was Skipper Johnson, a web site creator ten years her junior. Their mutual friend, Carrie Bradshaw had introduced the two of them, but the relationship was based more on sex than anything. What are you planting out there?" Asparagus, good little cash crop, too. I'm Dean Trulen, and this is my land. Been in my family for forty years." How big a piece is it?" It's a little bigger than eighteen acres now. I had to dedicate some of it to the county for that road over East of here. I've been thinking of selling out here and moving somewhere else pretty quick, but it would have to be at my price. I'm not about to give it away too cheap." That sounds pretty smart. No reason a man should. Her stomach was flat, she turned sideways and liked the way her breasts protruded from her chest. Yes, she was still attractive and then she looked at her face and her eyes were flat. There was none of the flare that had once been there. She suddenly realized that the fun had gone from her life. ‘Maybe you do need a touch of human contact. A good fuck just might do you some good!’, She told herself. The rest of the day had gone just like the rest of every other day. She went home and made Alan.