D'Angelo,” young Britney Lawson smiled as Damien climbed out of his car.The eighteen-year-old was wearing a tight pair of jogging shorts and a loose...tank top, the sides open to show her black sports bra holding in her impressive bosom. The perky, young woman jogged past, her blonde hair trailing behind her.“Hey, Britney,” Damien said. “How's your parents?”“Fine,” she smiled. “How was your business trip?”“Successful. I'm eager to see Abby, though.”“Oh, when did she get back?” Britney asked,. ." Her head cocked, as she struggled to find the right word to fit what she was trying to say. He saw frustration in her eyes. Drying his hands, he smiled at her."Don't worry. The words will come. The more we talk, the more you'll learn, then the more you can tell us." She nodded, still unhappy. Grinning, he squeezed past her and opened the bathroom door, taking her hand and leading her back down into the basement.Julie was lost in thought. She looked so cute like that, Bill thought, face all. As I watched, I worked my jeans down and began to finger my clit. The faster she went, the faster I worked my stroking. When daddy came, i came too. Candy was busy sucking his dripping cock. When she finished, I asked her how much, she said this dance was free. We thanked her and walked back to our table.We ate dinner then left. When we got home, moms car wasn't in the drive. Daddy seen moms note on the table and smiled at me. He told me that my mom had left him and she was going to. A little." Then she took aplastic carded room key from her purse and slid it along the bar towardsme. "447," she murmured. Then she swiveled on her bar stool and meltedinto the crowd.I looked at the key. "Oh man," I thought. She didn't even care thatI'd totally fucked her over. She wanted more. I was going to nail heragain!I stumbled to the elevator and made my way to 447. By the time I got tothe door, my tie was off and I had a raging hard-on. Despite her messyappearance, she was great.