His hands lingered at the base of my spine and just barely brushed my ass. He slid the zipper slowly up, and I turned around. Our eyes locked, and I h...gged him close."Thank you Dad, for taking me shopping."He pulled away with a shaky breath. I could see the outline of his partially erect cock through his pants. I turned back around and let him unzip me. He abruptly left.We drove home in a tense silence. He said he was going to watch TV. I was pleased with all my new stuff, but I was still. There are worse places to be trapped than between two pretty girls in bikinis, especially with such a cute chauffeur."That's better," Vicki commented once we were properly wedged in. "We can carry on now." Carry on?" I was confused.Steve piped up first. "The story, dummy." Oh, yeah. Sorry. I was distracted." Well, pay attention. This is the good bit," Vicki assured me.Steve agreed, and then Heather piped in. "Hey, are we going anywhere specific?" Just drive, wench!" That was Vicki. The two of. Sure enough, it was made with curry powder rather than individual spices, and although it had plenty of flavour, it wasn't going to knock anyone's socks off. I, on the other hand, intended to get Dorothy's socks off, along with everything else, and I sensed that was what she had in mind too.We sat together on the comfortable tapestry-like sofa, with the dishes hastily shoved into the dishwasher, and made awkward conversation, both wary of saying the wrong thing and jeopardising what we saw as a. When I explained to Margie that her old family home needed to be re-plumbed and rewired from scratch, she was not a happy woman. The hundred-year-old place was probably in need of a total restoration and that meant she had to make a decision about whether she wanted to keep it or sell it."Well shit!" she hissed. "I want to keep it of course but what the hell are Davey and I supposed to do while all that's going on?"I took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. "You're supposed to move.