Charlene was coming to realize that she had a streak of voyeurism within her -- and that it was evidently inherited from her mother.But there was a fl... in the ointment. Her mother certainly could have stayed home after work that evening, affording the two of them an opportunity to sit and discuss the entire affair.Instead, her mother had chosen to go out on a date. And Charlene had more than a suspicion that her escort was none other than Derek.After that incident last week, too! she fumed.It. It is everything she can do to keep from yelling out.“Oh ... MY ... GAUD!!!” she stifles into her arm.It was nearly a half-hour before she made an appearance downstairs, embarrassed, and blushing as she came into the kitchen. Her father was there, dressed in a golf shirt and knee-length shorts as if nothing had happened. He looked at her in her tunic and shorts, with a ribbon in her still-damp hair. She looked sheepishly at him, trying to think of what to say.He broke the silence, “I guess you. His face was right at my crotch level and I was almost completely hard now, my cock stretching the worn jeans. He gulped and looked up at me nervously."I ... I've never..."I smiled at him. "Don't worry, I have."His huge dick was still hard, and as he played with himself I could see it was leaking precum. There was a gay fuck film playing on the video. I put another couple of dollars in it. I pulled a rubber out of my jacket, ripped the package open, and leaned over to put it on him. His mouth. This is intriguing new ground for me!” He smiled again, then turned and left the room.Lord DeGraves was at his desk in his office when Bethany ushered two people in and announced “A Mr. Rad and Ms. Brandi are here to see you sir, in regards to your advertisement.”“Thank you, Bethany. Would you get our guests some tea? And a chair from the dining room for Mr ... Rad, was it?”“Sir,” Bethany acknowledged as she turned and left the room.“Now that is a fine white pussy, man!” said T Rad. “She.