She turned towards him slightly and his eyes saw she was not wearing panties and caught a glimpse of her little pussy showing between the loose legs o... her shorts. She continued peering at his eyes and took another bite. Somehow, she managed to drop the entire sandwich down between her legs where it landed directly in the opening of her shorts. She smiled at Dad and made no move to pick it up; I am sure she was hoping that he would again take the initiative to retrieve it. As he moved his hand,. Would you like to come in?”“I don’t need to,” he said.“Please, it’s awfully cold outside.” I said automatically out of the mid-western hospitality engrained in me.He nodded, quickly wiped his boots off on the mat outside and stepped in. I closed the door behind him, shutting out the frigid outside temperature. It was at that moment I realized I was standing there in front of this handsome good Samaritan with only an oversized t-shirt over my slender, 5’10” fit body. I used my arms to cover the. "Priya giggled, directing her eyes back between her legs. "Oh Daddy, I am plenty wet already. I hope you don't mind I am getting your seats all messy." Not at all!" I insisted.I couldn't help but glance down as her fingers slid slowly inside herself. My cock stiffened.Priya obviously saw the growing bulge. "Mmmm Daddy, can't we just pull over and you could fuck me in the back seat?" Then what happens when someone comes along thinking we need assistance and finds me pounding your teen. They generally come before work or during their lunch hours. Sometimes they come in the middle of the day. Nobody comes at night. At night, my mistress tells me, all these men are with their wives. The man’s footsteps are heavy. Perhaps he is old, and weighted down by age and success. Perhaps he is ugly. I keep waiting for a truly ugly one to show up, but they never do. More than anything, they look perfectly normal. The man’s footsteps grow fainter. He’s walking towards the balcony. Some men.