I am 5'3" 140lbs with long blonde hair. I started to notice men looking at me and smiling. It made me feel so sexy. I decided to go by my Pop's house ...o say hi. I knew he was mad, but I thought he would get over it. I knocked on the door. He opened and I smiled really big, and said hey Pops, its your daughter Stacy. I was wearing a black mini dress and stilletos. He looked confused and then he smiled... wow, you look amazing Stacy. I blushed and giggled, thank you i said back. Come inside he. James smiled. He had given her ice cream for the first time two days ago, and she had had it for breakfast lunch and dinner since then. He told her that she would get sick of it soon if she didn’t slow down, but she had said she had to eat her fill now since she wouldn’t get anymore once she went back home. Every time she talked like that, James felt a tumult of emotions: sadness, anger, fear. He was coming to care more about this girl than he would like to admit. He knew that it could never. ’ He didn’t need any more invitation. It had been nearly a year since she had been able to engage in any form of lovemaking, and while he wondered how now, he was more than willing to wait for an explanation. He simply loosened his belt and slid his pants and jockeys down to mid thigh and joined with her in a single stroke. As he felt her heels on his ass and her arms around his shoulders, he felt her pussy close on his shaft and they both exploded in orgasm. ‘Damn,’ said Ellen. ‘Don’t you dare. I ought to return now.’ Guy saw in the woman’s eyes a flash of sadness. But somewhere beneath it, a visage of despair. ‘Very well, Mr. Thompson, but allow me to show you something before you rush out into that dreadful gale.’ Guy permitted her to lead him into an adjoining room that turned out to be an impressive and rather sizeable study. It reminded him of a smaller version of the library near his childhood home. It was filled, floor-to-ceiling with books of varying thickness. In the center.