She smirks, Damn straight. I shake my head and slide on my dress, then my shoes. Ill see you downstairs, I smell food! Fatty, she shouts after me an... I head downstairs. I walk into the kitchen and Mr. Johnson making dinner. He looks up from the cutting board and stares at me, his mouth a little open, his eyes slightly bulged out. Im wearing a tight fitting black dress that has a sweetheart neckline, perfectly accentuating my pushed-up cleavage, and barely covers my ass. It hits each of my. The only trouble is that you get full on one now, and in an hour you feel like you could eat another one! The good thing is though that it's good for soaking up the beer, so you don't get pissed too quickly.Mind you, at Soho prices I don't think I could afford to get pissed. The price of a pint on Old Compton Street's enough to make your eyes water! Other than that the pubs are good though. There was plenty going on in a couple of 'em and we wandered into the loudest in the hope that we'd find. Are we eating before the movie or after?”We watched the movie first—mindless in the mould of many an action movie, but fun nevertheless. Afterwards, we headed for Mario’s, the pasta and pizza restaurant on the same leisure park, and spent ten minutes chatting about the movie while we waited for our food.“Did your dad have anything to do with the factory before he started working there?” I asked as we started tucking into our meals.“I don’t know,” she said. “I suppose it’s possible. He was—well. She moaned out loud now, visibly struggling to keep still. He knew she wanted to press her ass backwards so she could feel his hand deeper and harder.Stroking his cock in one hand he rubbed the head along the crack of her ass and asked her “What does my baby want right now?” She moaned in response and tried to press herself back towards him. Her ass moved deliciously in the air and her pussy was open and ready, but he wanted to hear her say it. “TELL me what you want NOW!” he demanded and gave.