"Rebecca sighed. She had known that getting him to take her home would lead to this. She looked up and down the quiet little street. No one was in sig...t so she scooted over a fraction. The Model T's seats weren't all that wide to begin with and she had to maneuver her way around the gear lever. He'd already unbuttoned his fly and she gave his swollen member a soft pat. He groaned and clenched his teeth as she ran her fingertips along the length of his throbbing rod. Slipping a finger in between. I picked out a pair of snug blue jeans that really flattered my ass and put them on, and as usual for me, no panties. ‘Now for a top.’ I thought to myself. ‘This should do the trick.’ I took out a thin, low cut, white sweater that really accented my tanned skin. For a moment I considered wearing a bra, but then changed my mind pulling the sweater down over my ample 36c tits. ‘Now for some shoes.’ I picked out a pair of stiletto ‘fuck me’ pumps that matched the sweater I was wearing. The full. When I passed through her doorway, she put up a hand. "No, Dad, not here. Wait in your bedroom and I'll come to you." She flashed that smile again, and synapses went off in my brain. Where had I seen that smile before?I went into my bedroom and sat on the mattress. This chat was not going to go well. I could just feel it. 'I'll come to you'? As long as it wasn't 'You'll cum in me'. This was no flash back to save Nicole from a bad first experience. Or was there? Was time so jumbled for me? I. "And this!" she said, sweeping into the downstairs bathroom. "See how these look green compared to the ones in the kitchen?"They DID look a bit green. I took a couple of shots there and in the other bathrooms. Then I took some measurements, inspected the underside of the marble where it was readily visible, and happened to find the name of the vendor that had sold the tops, while giving myself a quick lesson in how they were mounted."Have you talked to the vendor, or whoever installed them?" I.