The old saying was “Ones man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” I was even more upset because we had a stack of 50 or so at the embassy that ...ere going to end up in the trash. We could have easily loaded them on the trailer.With the truck unloaded, the container was nearly half full; we did not stack them to the ceiling for fear of someone getting hurt trying to get a case down from over their head. Then all the cases of crackers were stacked inside.Andy asked if they should have picked up. " No problem, I can have it fixed in no time."I got to work by first emptying the cupboard under the sink. She left meto the job much to my relief because she was certainly quite distracting,plus I think she knew I was excited by her figure. I was midway throughthe job when she returned and asked if I wanted a cup of tea. As she wasmaking it I got another chance to ogle her shapely legs. This time shedid not leave but sat at the table reading a newspaper. This made the jobdoubly hard because I. He obliged, his lips touched hers. Her tongue snaked in, searching out his. A parental kiss it most definitely wasn’t.Reluctantly, she pulled away. “I’d better go.” she didn’t sound that keen.“There’s always tonight?” He hated how hopeful he sounded.“That’s not helping dad. Now all I’m going to be able to think about today, is tonight. Thanks a bunch.”“Um, I have the same problem you know?”“Yeah, but you can wank yourself silly all day long. I don’t really have that luxury in the middle of a. She ended up at Express, picking out a pair of shiny, indigo-blue, low-rise pants that showed off her muffin top and stretch marks and a rhinestone covered tunic top that covered all her imperfections and had a built in cup to hold up her tits. She bought a pair of clunky stripper heels to complete the look. She tried the entire ensemble on when she got home and felt really sexy. She pranced in front of the mirror, trying to mimic moves other sexy women had in an effort to seduce Max one.