I Dare you , If you want me to be a bitch i just might let him do what he want's and you can sort yourself out, seeing as you don't seem to want me at...the moment...Her face screwed up in thought and then her wicked smile emerged, You would like that would, you now.. mmmm i just might make you eat your words, You cheeky slut... with that she disappeared up the passage to our spare room that she kept a selection of toys in.. i just sat there, gently trying to calm down the damn dog, i noticed. That look along with that feeling I had made me wonder sometimes about him. I could not explain it at least at that time. Jack cooked the hamburgers on the grill and we ate outside talking and laughing. Jack suggested we all move into the playroom as the sun started to go down behind the trees. Janet and I sat with the girls talking while Scott, Sam and Will played pool. Jack was a good host as he saw to it that no one had an empty bottle of beer or an empty glass in his or her hand. Janet went. I watch. Moving closer until I am behind her but facing away. I pretend to observe the garden and the trees through the French doors but totally aware of her heat and the occasional sweep of her dress as she moves. I move back as she does and we touch. She glances at me, gives a quick gasp as she realises then turns back as I shake my head. Her butt pushs out to touch mine and I push gently against the pressure. We surreptitiously lean against each other enjoying the warmth and silent sharing.. No, he's not my real daddy, but having never had one, I guess he's close enough..though I don't imagine other girls crave their daddies like I crave mine. His lips tender across my flesh; his palm able to caress, other times wielding a sting if I should need correction. "Let me see," he said reaching down for the letter I had written to my mom. I hand it to him careful to not make eye contact with him. It's not that I am scared of him, quite the opposite. As I said, the way that he looks at.