I fumbled around looking for my pantssince the stone was still there in the pocket. Grabbed it and went tothe living room and turned on the TV.As usua... it was one whatever channel I had it on changed it to CNN.There was Wolf Blitzer talking about Libya or the earthquake that hitthe east coast. Then I was focusing with the rock and the next thing Iknow Wolf is talking about Myra and her picture of her was up on thescreen. Well a picture of her new image anyway."Breaking news today. Were on. I reminded my daughter that I would be asleep and she said that it was ok they were going out.Later that day I got ready to sleep, but I found myself in my daughter’s room. There in front of me was a pile of Jennies clothes, with her pj’s on top. I thought what the hell and picked them up, and to my surprise a pair of slightly soiled panties fell on the floor. These were little girl, white cotton, with an embroidered motif, but the patch of dampness in the crotch area drew me in. Lifting the. "Well, without your support this campaign would be nothing," my father says, his eyes crinkling with pride in himself. "Of course, Lana here is bored, as usual. She's not a fan of the shmoozing. She'd rather be reading her books or working. We don't often get to see her beautiful face." He smiles at me and I feel a blush heat my cheeks."Dad, that's enough. It's a busy time of year for me." He nods with a wry smile curving his lips."Well I'm glad to meet you. You certainly lend a degree of. I wanted to jump from the car and beat the man's ass, and I was in the process of doing so when, without looking at me, Lisa slid her hand to her left and placed it on my right thigh. "Wait," was all she said as we sat in the relative safety of my car and watched a grown man stroke his cock. Lisa's hand began to squeeze my thigh, exerting pressure on the muscle. Suddenly, she turned her head away from the cock located just outside the car and said, "I have a gift for this bastard."Before I.