Except, no towels. Where? Must have left them on the kitchen counter when I went back for the decal. (Have I mentioned I have a one track mind, otherw...se known as ADD?) OK, as I headed back in for the towels, out of the corner of my eye, I saw them on the driver’s seat. As I opened the car door and reached inside a sound like a chain saw exploded in my ear. Without thinking, I stepped back and slammed the door. Really can’t describe the sound of eyeglasses being crushed when you close the car. My fingertips crave your nipples. The palms of my hand are addicted to cupping your breasts. I am addicted to you. Waking up in the morning and doing these things to you while you sleep ensures I start the day the best way possible. On those rare occasions I’m not subtle enough to enjoy your body without waking you, we make love. Passionate, loving, caring. Soft, slow and gentle. The taste of your sweet pussy is the best way for me to prepare for a long day at work – away from you. The feeling. I’m your stepfather!” “You’re not my biological father. We surely could have a nice time together. Haven’t you ever thought about making love to me?" “Why aren’t you at work? You’re always at work. You know if you lost that job your mother and I are going to be pissed. The deal is we’d pay for college if you worked during the summer. I hope that isn’t what this is about?” “Okay, I lost my job. I just need some time to find a new job. I don’t need my mother getting all pissed and not pay for. "Eve hits Elizabeth with the whipped cream chocolate cream pie right in the face. More pie cream goes into her black hair on top. The pie engulfing her face and cream spraying behind her head. This time some of the pie even gets me. The crust starts to slip off her face, landing on her lap. Eve picks up the other sour cream pie and hits Elizabeth straight in the face with it. Splat!Liz begins to say, "Oh my God."The thick pie hits her face and covers her face, with crust falling slowly. Her.