Simpson’s annoyance fueled me to encourage him on. I started playing off the attention that Mr. Simpson, who I was now calling Paul, was paying me. ... used my little girl giggle and was flipping my pig tails around as we talked. I asked Paul how he kept is such good shape. It was Paul who was giggling now. "You think I'm in good shape?" he asked. Oh yeah, Carrie's got a hot dad," I said. Mrs. Simpson was really getting pissed now. Carrie didn't help matters when she asked her mom why she didn’t. He buries his face against my neck and groans as my hands trace further, grasping his hardening dick. Finally, he succeeds in pulling my bodice down, revealing my pale breasts to his lecherous eyes. The pink of my aroused nipples disappears between his lips, and I try hard not to reveal my pleasure and consequently, our location. One of his hands makes it beneath my skirts, gently caressing my pussy. I draw blood from my lips as I bite myself to contain my moans of pleasure. One of his. My wife and I met when we were young she was still going out with her first boyfriend he still lived at home with his parentsI had my own place and used to invite them over all the time cause I really liked her and wanted to be close to her.I used to be what people would call a badboy or tough guy Iwas five foot six but very muscular and strong I had a somewhat hairy body and the beginning of a beer belly because Idid alot of drinking and bar hopping I only had a few close friends but knew alot. Extra donuts..." Hey! That's a stereotype." Laughing."Uh ... any news on the disposition of our "friends"?" Momma's still in jail here. Couldn't post bail. So's the boyfriend, pending a hearing for extradition. They ain't getting' out, Alan. And if Momma was to get out, she has no legal standing for you an' Tina, what with Tina being seventeen." That's good to know. She's ... Tina's good people." Uh ... we did a check on her. Nothing. Clean record. Not even a traffic ticket." I know. We talked..