."What the fuck, Danielle?"She's there, eyes wide, hair in a long ponytail, looking luscious as ever but clearly just back from the gym, yoga pants an... sports bra somehow looking like an outfit that took at least an hour to pick out. She doesn't know whether to look at me or the back of my car. I don't know where to look, to be honest.I walk over I see what she's done. I'm not a car guy, but I'd wanted to own a Jaguar E-Type Roadster since I was a kid. An original 1966 Series 1 that I'd bought. He’s a pretty damn good cocksucker himself, but when I saw your computer history, I knew you were going to be one as well. He even laughed when I told him what I was going to do. Of course I told him just before he went out of town while we were in a nice little sixty-nine. It’s hard to argue with someone when their cock is in your mouth.”“You mean Dad knows?”“Of course he knows. I don’t keep any secrets from your father. He loved the pictures too because he had fond memories of Stella and Shay. But I was so excited I really wanted to fuck her. I told her that I hadn’t got a condom. She looked at me and said that it would be Ok but I must pull out and not cum inside her. I got on top of her, between her legs. I then felt her husband take my cock in his hand and he guided my knob to the entrance of his wife’s pussy. I slid into her easily and started with long slow strokes. However the excitement was too much and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. My strokes got faster and I was soon. " Sorry, I wasn't thinking," Andrew said.Normally, Amber or Raven would answer the door during the day to take care of any delivery guys who might show up at the house. They had robes that they could wear stashed in the hallway on the way to the front of the house.Andrew went to the front door and opened it. There was a guy standing there looking down at a clipboard. Andrew didn't recognize the man. Behind the man was a dolly loaded with a large box. The box was covered with Christmas wrapping.