Pouty lips peeked below the dark triangle she had trimmed for him the night before. He stroked her smooth thighs and felt his cock strain against his ...horts. “I didn’t expect tan lines.” “You think white girls are the only ones who like the sun?” she smirked. “I mean, your skin is…” “Later, Mr. Flynn. I’ll explain later,” she cooed. “Meanwhile, you’re overdressed.” Leisha grasped the waistband of his long briefs and lowered them as he raised his butt. She moved to one side as she drew them over. And sure enough, as they pulled away and made the ten-minute drive to the restaurant, Vicky was repeatedly repelled from her efforts to get up Stephs dress. The place Cal picked was, naturally, perfect for their evening. Very subdued lighting in an atmosphere not necessarily intimate, but definitely discreet. If the appearance of an older male with two beautiful young women caught anyones attention, it certainly wasnt noticeable. They were seated in a booth off to one side, the two girls. Her mother worked hard to keep the family fed; in fact had two jobs, the second as cleaner started before school finished and didn't finish until gone nine o'clock each night. Her father worked behind a bar every evening managing to drink more than most of his customers. He was not a nasty drunk but was a thoughtless one. Her mother was very protective of him. Emma, then, was one of the latchkey kids I'd read about so often, those thought by many to be the next generation of criminals. From. I wonder if I made a mistake, all those years. Trying to chip away at Jennifer ... hiring James to seduce her. What if, all along, Chancey was the weak link? Should I have hired a woman to seduce him? Does James have ... a female counterpart, out there, somewhere?Oh well, no point second-guessing himself, Peter thought. It was all working out.You had James' dick in your mouth, Jen. You must have wanted it! But your misplaced sense of duty to Chancey got in the way. Well, we can dispose of that,.