She melted under the force of it. Oh, what a waste. "You looked cold. May I offer you this?" He held out a black jacket. Ah, so that's why the sleevel...ss look. "It's not super warm, but it'll be better than that wet blouse — you could use the confessional as a change room if you want." His eyes swept across her chest and something flickered across his face.She looked down at herself and gasped. The wet blouse had become translucent and was plastered to her skin, showing the outline of her bra.. I'd seen the half finished scrapbook a few days before. I wondered if I could sneak another look at it in her room while she was out in the garden.This was what I did. Opening the briefcase in her room, I found the finished work. I wouldn't have time to wank over it, I'd have to let it throb and hopefully not cum in my pants, and relieve myself later.The book had all the work and photos I'd seen before, with more descriptions of her prostitution to Hassan. However, there was more.She'd written. I would go down on her and lick it.” Bill said the words he thought were appropriate for a fantasy but it didn’t feel right to him.Karen fished Bill’s cock out of his boxers and stroked it, “I bet you would. I bet you want to get there before her boyfriend does.”Bill thought about sex with his daughter but could not really get into it as Karen does with Bobby fantasies. He thought he just didn’t have her imagination. He needed to stay in the realm of reality and feed off her fantasies. It was. We had a pleasant, routine time at the restaurant. I wasn't trying to impress her. I'd decided, long ago, not to try to impress Alice, but to just try to be myself, whoever that was.I was kind of hoping that might impress her.I drove far into the Northern suburbs after dinner, arousing Alice's curiosity but saying nothing about our destination. When we finally pulled up in front of a drive-in hamburger joint, she just gave me a look that said, "OK, now what?"The waitresses were on roller skates.