She was at the top of her class with excellent grades at a tough school. She had good work experience. And we needed someone who could actually help o...t around the office. Not just some intern looking to improve their resume over the summer while they hang out and surf the internet all day.Besides, as I said, she was the type of woman who grew on you over time. When she came into the interview in her frumpy business suit and with her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, she just looked like a. “You should see how I react when I see her,” I said, also laughing. The young woman, whose age I put at 17 or 18 (and I think I’ve already mentioned that I’m terrible with ages) was still blushing brightly when two adults entered the waiting room.“I’m Phil Phillips and this is my wife, Sonya,” the man said. “I see you’ve met our daughter, Dakota.”The man was trying hard to be nonchalant but it was clear that he was a bit star-struck, too.“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Liz said, shaking hands. ‘Is that…?’ ‘Yes, mama,’ Suki said. ‘That’s the house next door. The house just outside your window.’ +++++ The waterspout was perhaps a mile away when it turned towards the marina, and appeared for a moment to take direct aim at Carpenter as he stood out there watching the noisome creature, then the roaring beast turned north once again and skirted the surf just off Venice Beach before suddenly dissipating. Deep gray clouds scudded along the horizon, and he could hear a mad surf crashing on. Ericas hips bucked beneath Sarah, arching her back to get her mound fully stimulated by Sarahs knee, the pleasure making her clit ache with want. Sarah tugged again at the teens hair and Erica yelped with the need to come. The high-pitched scream fueled Sarah on, making her suck with persistent vigor until the tip of Ericas nipple scraped against the roof of her mouth. Erica was tipped over the edge as she quaked beneath her fathers lover, her pussy creaming into her panties as Sarah ground her.