We had some wine, after all we were in the house, so what could be the harm giving your daughter of f******n a glass or two of red wine, I mean the Fr...nch do it, so why not us, besides, we should teach our c***dren how to drink, only problem was, we have no experience on how they will handle it, especially, as in my case, I was too drunk myself to know what she was doing.It was past 23:00, that much I can remember, because Pia wanted some Pizza, and I remember remarking I thought it was too. Her short, tight skirt was practically up to her crotch, fully exposing the purple, frilly tops of her nylons, as well as the straining garter straps, and plenty of succulent thigh flesh. Frankies arm was draped around her shoulders, with his hand resting on her left breast, fondling it, while Carlos had his right hand resting on the top of her left thigh, stroking it. She was very relieved to finally be safely away from the hotel, but now she was faced with the reality of having to perform,. "Of course. Everything's fine. I was just going to call about renting a small warehouse I know of. We could use it for an office for the task force if it sounds okay to you?" Why did this feel so hard? So wrong?He sat down her cup of coffee in front of her, watching her pick it up and sip at it."Where is it?" Down on Industrial row. Not too far from here." She took another sip, a way to keep something between them. "I know the owner." Great," he sat in the chair across from her. Sipped his own. He really couldn’t do enough and shall I see all my needs were being seen to. I would tease Jon unmercifully and he would be gasping to get his hands on me. I would tell him about Ron and I and how we had been out to the woods again so he could have me properly. I would tell him how big he was how I could feel his spunky knob almost up to my belly. Ron would tell me what a dirty little slut I was and he would stick a finger up my bum, I know he wanted to have me there I just wondered if I could.