They were two old fellows from the retirement home and they were notorious for beating off in public together. They were sitting on a bench talkin... away and didn't notice me until I stopped at the garbage pail near the bench to make believe I was throwing something out. I noticed their chatter stopped as I walked passed them and I bounced my tits as hard as I could without looking like a total idiot. We all smiled and exchanged hellos and I couldn't help stopping and bending over to. An hour late I was dialing the phone number for Sandra McFarland and Associates. A woman answered. “Yes,” I said, I’m looking for Sandra Nichols”.“Sandra Nichols?” The woman’s voice sounded confused. “This is Sandra McFarland and Associates…wait, Nichols was Ms. McFarland’s married name.”“Was?” I asked.“She’s no longer married.” A bit of irritation appeared to be creeping into voice on the other end of the line. “Is it Ms. McFarland that you want? May I say who’s calling?”“No, that’s. Daddy and I went up to his room where we had spent many hours in sexual bliss. Once behind close doors it was just like old times between dad and me. Daddy started telling me what had been going on while I was away at school, all while he was undressing me,.Once I was undressed daddy laid my down on his bed, opening my legs daddy immediately began to fondle my pussy. My clit was almost like putty in the hands of a master as he manipulates and arousal the passions inside me. The feeling of daddy. She gazed at her daughter on the couch, and then at me, for a few seconds, silently, taking the two of us in. "I've got to run an errand," she announced.I decided I didn't need to know. Might be a real errand, after all. Or just a contrivance to leave me alone with her scheming, horny daughter. What, me worry?"Need anything, Jase?" Denise asked me."Not that I can think of," I replied, staring intently at my laptop screen."Hey, pumpkin -- you need anything from the store?"Lissa looked up, shook.