Just who are you, and what have you done with my little girl? Your stunning Maggie. Absolutely young, hot, and oh, so fuckable." Oh Daddy!" Maggie gig...led again. "Your just saying that. Now give me my drink. I believe you and I have a wager we need to work on don't we?" Taking the small glass from the table top, Maggie lifted it and swallowed about half of it in one big gulp. "Not too bad Daddy. I do believe your going to lose our bet though." Bob chuckled. "We'll see about that big shot. Now. The water hit her body. Whenever a rush of liquid splashed across her face she always tingled with pleasure. Again, she squeezed her favorite muscles. She anticipated the pleasure that would mount in her young body. Water rushed from the showerhead, and dripped from her nose slowly down to her mouth. A few drops hung there as she moaned quietly. She was so aroused every touch was felt in her sex. She took the loofa off of the shelf and filled it with water. Turning her back to the faucet and. The cool night air revived Alan slightly. Much to everyone's surprise, he began to sing again and shoved Bart and Jack away. Alan took a few tentative steps by himself, suddenly doubled over, and vomited in the flowerbed."Owwww, man," retched Jack.Jack waited for the heaving to stop and then helped Alan into his house. Joyce still sat trembling in the backseat of the car. Bart opened her door and gallantly bowed."Your chariot has arrived, my lady," he said. "Allow me to escort you inside."Joyce. She wasn't sure about this, but she knew she was surrounded by people so if any trouble came she could get help. "Hi, My name is Mark. Mark Lundquist," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm Carol Hendricks," she said. Mark noticed she didn't take his hand and then he put it all together. "Oh crap, you are blind aren't you! Oh I'm sorry, you must have thought I was a staff member here when I asked if you wanted a drink!" Mark said, quite apologetically. "It's ok, don't worry about it. I accidently.