But I wanted my car back at our garage, before my loving Victor would come from his business trip and would found that my poor car had been abandoned ...t the parking lot of a nice hotel in the other side of town.I was still five miles away from home when my nice car just died…So there I was standing at the edge of the road shivering in my flimsy dress, with my very fashionable silk jacket and a pair of sexy stiletto heels.After at least an hour passed, finally a plumber’s van pulled out.The guy. “Yes, I am, and my tits are getting so hard, I need you to suck them and run your tongue down my body.” Bailey stood holding her phone to her ear and stroked her clit, to her stomach and feeling her firm bosoms. “I need some honey, baby. Can you give me some honey?” Charity and Bailey lived in a high rise overlooking Lake Michigan. The gray sky blocked out the sun, and the torrent of rain was comforting as Bailey stood on the white frieze carpet. Looking out the large window of their apartment. After retrieving my suit case I made my way out of the airport where I was met by my dad.I can't explain it, but I was blown away suddenly by how attractive he was. I had never seen him with scruff before but it suited him. He was probably 6'3", lean but I could see his white polo shirt bulging to accommodate his well-developed, tanned chest and arms. This was new, or perhaps I never noticed before. He wore a gold chain with a cross around his neck that rested between his pectoral muscles. It was almost as if we were guided by unseen forces. Soon, we were drawn to each other, and without saying a word, we knew what to do. I felt him, still warm from an afternoon of laying out in the sun, tense and tightened up despite my attempts at loosening him up earlier. We kissed, occasionally nipping at each other’s lips, coaxing each other’s tongues as if to say ‘you can come in.’ My knees grew weak as his hands explored wherever they could reach on my clothed body. I whispered to him.