Just forget about that.”“Yeah, sure, if you say so.” She seemed a little deflated. “What if I’m in love with you?” she added. “Am I supp...sed to forget that, too?”Larry felt himself flush again. He couldn’t help thinking back to her ‘if you weren’t my father’ comment earlier. The statement she’d left hanging. Now, he couldn’t help thinking the same thing: if she weren’t his daughter he’d pull those luscious tits out of her top and nuzzle them for hours. He didn’t know what to say and dove back. I then kept that gloved hand under the pizza bag which had a nice piece of 3/4′ plywood in it to give it shape. It would also make a dandy impact weapon in a pinch if the two pistols and the stun gun failed me. The High Standard and the stun gun were on tape loops on the plywood, while the Colt was under my shirt. I elbowed the doorbell. Again, I was happy there was no storm door in the way. ‘Who is it!’ I heard from inside. Joe’s voice. ‘Pizza!’ He opened the door. ‘I didn’t order any-wha?’. Her white pinstripes shirt was wide open with her tits hanging loose. She had taken her bra off in the office before getting into Paul's car."I love eating your pussy. I'll suck your clit so hard you gonna cum non stop!" Tom tried to keep up with Judy's phone sex fantasy."Yes! Yes! Suck my clit!" Wet sucking noises could be heard even on Tom's phone. His hand was like a blur over his cock. Pre-cum covered his palm as he imagined his wife lying in bed fingerfucking herself as she talked to him. When she walked her movements were so fluid. I gasped when I saw her. My manhood responded in kind by coming to attention and following the curves. Maria took Olivia’s dress and hung it in the closet. We walked into the kitchen where we sat in the breakfast nook. Maria poured a glass of wine for each of us and we talked about Olivia’s fashion shoot. Two of the models did not show up and the fashion shoot which should have been three hours took all day and into the night. Olivia was exhausted.