‘You unpacking already? Pass it here, I’ll carry it upstairs, saves you the walk’‘Thanks, I need to start sorting my work clothes out, I’m ...tarting tonight, so gutted’My heart pounded, her work clothes were in her dressing room, I still had a chance that she wouldn’t go in her bedroom, I carried the suitcase upstairs and placed it in her dressing room, she closed the door behind me.‘Just going to get changed, wait for me downstairs, I’ve got a present for you for looking after the cat for. She had a wicked smile on her face. "Guess I lost again. What's my dare this time?" Stacy was leaning back on her hands, her evil eyes locked on her father's. "Fuck me." she said it casually, as if she was telling him to hand her the remote control. Her smile didn't change. She laid on her back with her legs spread wide and her pussy lips open. Craig's cock was twitching and jumping uncontrollably. Her pussy was shiny and slick with wetness. "Please daddy...please fuck me. I dare. , November 23, 2008 * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * This posting is going to involve me tripping and stumbling down Melancholy Boulevard, it parallels Memory Lane and is much less pleasant to drive. If you’re not in the mood for some mutterings about my long-gone days of youth, back-click out of here and find something more exciting to read. That said, and presuming you’re still here… As per normal operating procedure on a Friday morning after work, I stopped by the College. Angilee got little sleep the rest of the night. Twice her hand wandered between her legs to provide some relief from the emotional powder keg she had become, but she had never admitted to Terry that she masturbated, so even that degree of satisfaction was denied her. She tried a final time as Terry awakened her while getting out of bed late the next morning."Please honey, come back to bed," she pleaded pulling back the covers and seductively pulling down the panties of her teddy."Lots to do.