We walked the finally stretch to her front door with my arm around her and eventually I felt her arm slip around my waist too. Hey, the girl was just ...rying to keep warm, right? It came out in the dialog that my cousin had mentioned to Lisa that I liked her. I gallantly confessed that I found almost nothing about her I did not like. She tilted her head onto my shoulder and gave me a sweet thank you nudge.Then we were at her door. I didn't get a kiss goodnight. Just a thank you and a phone. Singular. That?s all he allowed himself. While he gave in to the requirement for a low fat, low cholesterol diet, he hated the taste of the artificial eggs, let alone egg whites on their own. He would either scramble or make an omelet. Which would it be? An omelet sounds like just the ticket, he thought.While he went about his preparations, dicing some red onion and a little broccoli, his mind went back to the night before. The phone had rang at 1:20 a.m. It was the Manhattan South duty. It wasn't so intimate being she still had her work uniform on. I threw on some smooth jazz on the iPod dock my and my girlfriend use to play our fuck tunes on. The smooth jazz actually brings the stress out in her because that's what her so called husband listens to when he gets his road rage or just goes crazy on the family to call him down. As perfectly queued once the second song played she brought up her husband how he hasn't been around and if he was he'd just be in the garage smoking and. His hands moved down from her breasts over her belly and then to her crotch. His left hand slid over her shaved pubic area and then down over her clitoris and her already swollen and aroused pussy slit. Stan loved the sound of a hot lusty sigh from Bethany as he stroked her bare pussy. Bethany's cunt was very wet and Stan saw his daughter spread her legs as he rubbed her to give him better access and to allow him to feel her up in foreplay."Ohhhh, yes, you know what to do, yes," Bethany sighed..