That means no coffee, either. Not even any coffee, I whine in my mind. I’m beginning to really feel sorry for myself. Well, guess what, there’s no...hot coffee for Grace, either. So, just stop your selfish whimpering. Yes, my friend. Well, more an acquaintance, really. But not just another stranger on the street. That was the real shock. And I’ll bet Grace knew back there on Main Street when she smiled. She probably even knew it when she saw me avert my eyes and scoot by her at the grocery store.. He could feel her cunt pulse and make his cock wet over and over. She was as hot and horny as her dad. He fucked her cunt and beat her ass for almost thiry minutes before he pulled out his cock and covered her ass with his cum.Now every night he would spank her ass as he fucked her hard. This turned her on as she craved getting her ass spanked and loved her dad fucking her cunt. Sometimes he would put her on her hands and knees and smack her tits as he fucked the horny daughter. When he was. She wasn'tCindy so I wasn't interested. Some part of me found that odd, but therest of me really wanted Cindy.The day before Cindy came back I went to the mall to get a new outfit. Iwanted to look good for her. Such a thing had never really concerned mebefore, as I always dressed casually, but I wanted to make a goodimpression. I got some lemonade and light snacks so I would have anexcuse to go talk to Cindy.The day came and she was late. She didn't really have a set time to be atmy house, but. I called Bob’s Construction; the call went to voice mail, “Bob, I need an update on both projects at least twice a week and I need to see you as soon as you can.”I called General McJames and asked, “Is it still possible to get help wanted posters put onto military bases in the recreation center and clubs or has there been an executive memo to end that as well?”“Yes, that can still be done. The post has to be approved; send me the post and I will get it to the review committee and they will.