Would you like to come in for a drink or some coffee? I have decaf.’ ‘I’d love a drink. But only if you join me.’ She opened the door and they...walked in. She immediately kicked her pumps off, and padded her way into the kitchen to fix the drinks. ‘All that dancing made my feet swell. It feels good to get out of those shoes.’ While she got out the liquor, Bob put some ice into the glasses. He poured them both a gin and tonic and she led him into the den to the couch. She turned on the stereo to. I think I should be out of the doghouse pretty soon." Heather said, drying herself off before laying out."That would be pretty amazing. How's that possible?" Lynn asked, curiosity getting the better of her."The old fart has a thing for spanking schoolgirls. You should see the stuff he looks at on his computer."That got Lynn's full attention. "You're shitting me!" Not a bit. What's with these dirty old men? Can you believe it? Both our fathers. Is it some kind of suburban epidemic?" Heather. “Haley, I’m taking a big risk telling you this, because it’s entirely possible that you could throw me out of the house.”“Say it. You’re my sister and then some. Nothing you can say will make me want you to leave. It’s Bill’s call, okay?”So she more or less already knows. Still, I have to... “This is BIG.”Giggle. She’s charming and disarming. She held her index fingers about six inches apart. “‘Bout THIS big?”Still, saying it out loud ... I took a breath. Blurted, “I want ‘im. Too.” I watched. She picked me up at 5:30pm and drove me over to her house. She pulled into the garage and locked the door behind us with the remote key. I'd never been in there before, she always pulled into the drive when ever she drove me there. She turned the engine off and looked over at me. I looked back, her hand slid over, onto my thigh while she explained what she wanted me to do.My fanny nearly jumped out of my knickers when she lead me over to a small shed in the corner of the big garage. She opened.