Her father stood there with his arms crossed. ‘Feel better?’ he asked. She saw the look in his eyes and the questioning smirk. ‘Yeah, where’d...they go?’ ‘They went home.’ Upon seeing her smile and her shoulders relaxed, ‘but we’re meeting them for dinner at Gridiron.’ Jamie’s body slumped. ‘Aw dad. Really? Why?’ His laughter filled the room. ‘Because she invited us and as much as we don’t like her, she’s my friend’s wife and well, I don’t want to cook tonight.’ ‘Hell, I can cook,’ Jamie. She slowly ran her fingers along the length of the silicone shaft, stroking it as if it was her cock, her girl-cock.She brought her hand down hard on Emma’s left ass cheek. The crack echoed around the room, mingled with Emma’s yelp and Carol’s calm command, “Lift your ass higher, cum slut.”Emma blushed and whimpered. The whole situation had her dripping. As she shuffled her knees forward to raise her ass higher into the air, she felt her juices dripping out and dribbling onto the sheets. Her. The sex part that is, the flirting that was always there. Then recently we both went for what we each knew the other wanted and now we get it on most weeks. Anyway, his last afternoon visit I mention a sore back and he says let me give you a massage, I am pretty good at it.He said to grab two small towels in case my hubby entered as we were dangerously close to his return time, as if towels would somehow make it either explainable or acceptable, and we headed to my bedroom. I knew this was this. ‘I don’t know what you keep mentioning that for,’ he said, ‘I don’t know anything about a twenty.’ As they waited for their order, Moreth wanted to ask her how she’d gotten here, where she was now but he didn’t. It didn’t matter to him much anyhow, but he did ask her about one thing. ‘I’m from Virginia, originally,’ he said as he looked at her arms and noted that there were no marks there, ‘I’ve been down here in Louisiana for a little while now, and I’ve gotten used to how folks talk around.