Lots of pictures of Danielle and her Mum and Dad. They both looked a few years younger than me. The Mother was no beauty, but she looked almost as fil...hy as her son. There was an armchair that I had to assume was her Fathers regular seat as it was surrounded by the remotes and various manly publications, I sat there. Danielle came back in the room with one of her Fathers cans of beer from the fridge. “Here you are Daddy”. I opened the can and took a swig, my “son” was standing in front of me. Being that she had to take off her panties and bra to wear the sundress she found, as it would require pantyhose or have lines, she was on the floor with her pussy spread to anyone who looked, and her dad was taking a long look.Her older sister walked over behind a rack with the same sundress as her sister, only in her size. She stripped right there in the store. She tried not to show anything off to the boys that wandered in after seeing the show her sister was giving in the changing room.I. The owner of the agency answered and said he’d been expecting her call and that Roxanne had recommended a special pleasure adventure for her, and that if she was ready a limo could pick her up in a just a few minutes in Beverly Hills. Her heart started racing. She hesitated for a few seconds and finally said she was ready and to have the limo pick her up at Rodeo and Wilshire.She found herself standing on the sidewalk at Rodeo and Wilshire, waiting. She took advantage of the moment to indulge. There was no sign of regret or guilt for having broken her marriage-vow on the marital bed. There was no evasion, no search for excuses.Sitting in bed, sipping our coffee, she told me how happy she was that the ‘Panther’ was out of the cage and that it/she had found me to sate her appetite for, in her words - “Beautiful, dirty sex!” Helen openly relished talking about our love-making, savouring each newfound or long-avoided word.We sat close to each other, and Helen had placed one of her legs.