He may wake up any second. Bring some clothes with you. And hurry!" she finished, viciously punching at the button that cut the call off.June stared a... the phone in her hand, now dead. Clothes? Bring some clothes? It clicked in her mind. Clothes for their father! She didn't have anything for a man. She'd have to stop somewhere and get something. The idea of doing that was just unbearable. He was awake! She had to see him now! She ran for the sideboard where she knew her keys were lying, and. So, do you think you could help me out? Pretty please?”He couldn’t resist her. Those big, expressive eyes, the flush in her cheeks, and the playful lilt in her voice was too much. “I can try,” he answered.“So, what do you think?”I think I just graduated to the King of the Friendzone. Concentrate. Pretend it’s any other movie, he thought, despite knowing it was anything but. “Do you have any idea... Have you watched any videos like that?”She said, “I watched a few, and they all seem to be the. I just sat there and pretended to pout. And the next thing I know I'm sitting in his lap. "But I have some time right now," he said. "But the baby…" "The baby is asleep and probably will be for awhile." He started kissing me, rubbing my pussy through my jeans. "Well?" he asked. I just nodded my head and we both got up. He headed to the play room where he opened the closet door, kicking toys out of the way as he went. He got blankets from the closet and made a pallet on the floor, then. “I don’t think so,” she responded. “Maybe some days. I think I’m just cute. Too short. Too busty. I’m not what guys want.”“I want you,” I wrote.“Come get me.”“Describe yourself some more.” She didn’t have a digital camera. They were still rare back then. “Call me,” she wrote.I couldn’t resist.“Describe yourself,” I said. “Five foot one,” she said shyly. “Hourglass figure. Big ass. Big boobs. Small waist. Muscular legs.”“Fuck, you sound sexy.”“Green eyes,” she continued. “Dirty blonde.