Her eyes closed as a small sigh escaped my daughter's kissable lips. Her face was begging to flush. Those emerald eyes opened back up with a small g...ggle. Her right hand traced down her front out of view below the edge of her desk. She gave a wink that would have turned a nun on as her left foot pushed on the edge of her desk rolling her back and bringing those jade tipped fingers back into view. The only thing obscuring my daughter's teen pussy. “And my legs are way too skinny.” She. In the few emails since the party Jenny had thought of surprising her Frank on his upcoming birthday (54th) with a special surprise, it seemed she was considering taking him out for a few pints and bumping into a work Colleague ( who would be Alan) she would get Frank to invite him home for a few more birthday beers and then get seduced by him, in this plan she could see no downside, perhaps Frank might even “up and leave if she were lucky”, Alan was apparently “up for it” I just felt sick,. Though the dreams about her were not near as vivid as the one I’d had about her father. “Morning,” I smiled as I made my way into the kitchen, where Mr. Jacobs appeared to be cooking eggs. “M-morning,” he stuttered out, flipping his egg in the frying pan. “You sleep well?” I asked him, in terms of making conversation, as I grabbed a can of diet coke out of the fridge, an obsession Stephanie and I’d had since we were younger. “Um yeah,” he responded, looking over at me curiously. I looked. We haven't even been here that long. Do you remember what you did?" She blinked, slowly. "I remember making out with you in front of the men--and I remember cumming--and then I--I got up and--" She swallowed and looked at me, dumbstruck. "Did I really feel myself off topless and then cum naked in public?" Her face was bright pink. I held up the two parts of her bikini. She gasped, realizing that she was still naked under the towel. "That was fifteen minutes ago?" "Sure was." She looked at me..