“Don’t look, now,” I said, although I was sure she heard the zipper of my jeans being opened.“I won’t, dad,” she said, but at the same tim..., she started unbuttoning her own shirt.“What are you doing?” I asked, like a properly concerned parent. Her shirt was already hanging down by her elbows, only held on by the sleeves, and a white bra had come into full view.“I don’t mind if you see them once, dad,” she said, and before I could tell her not to she had snapped the bra open from the front and. ’ My dad said, ‘Yeah, he looked a little under the weather earlier too. You feeling okay son?’ I just shook them off saying, ‘I was just tired and that I needed to relax for a while.’ I could feel Helen’s other foot slide over taking my whole leg between her soft sock covered arches and tenderly caressing my lower leg. My cock sprang to life and thank god for the table cloth because I think it might have peeked over the table. As we casually conversed her foot traveled up my leg and found the. Her taut nipples signaled her rising arousal. She murmured softly, lost in her mounting excitement. I felt the answering pressure of my own arousal. For long minutes I watched surreptitiously, enjoying every nuance of her body as it responded to her ministrations. My pants became increasingly uncomfortable. Quietly I slipped away to remove my clothing, not wanting to disturb the delicious eroticism of this stolen occasion. I practically tore my clothes off! Carefully I edged back to the. I said to him 'you should try it, you make like it.' With that I went on my way replacing books. I had a cart of out dated mags that was to be placed in the storage closet, this closet was eight feet deep and about six feet wide, with shelves on all sides. As I went into the room the door closed behind me, I switched on the lights and began to empty the cart. My back was to the door, when I heard it open and close, with out a word Derrick swiftly moved up behind me and in one smooth move he.