I was in the middle of an especially delicious scenario of modified missionary in front of a mirror when the conversation stopped. I drifted slowly ba...k to the present and realized my mouth was open and eyes closed. My hips had paused mid thrust and when my eyes opened they met the bartender's. His eyes were dilated and filled with lust and I could only imagine the faces and sounds I had been making. Picturing as I had been watching his cock enter me slowly, dripping with my wetness, stretching. " Jamie heard, and looked at the toned, blonde young man standing just a few feet away from her. "Lucas. Hi." Jamie said, rather embarrassed. "I thought my dad was in here, so I came looking for him." She said, waving the piece of toast in her hand. "Did you get that from inside the house?" Lucas asked, and Jamie looked at the toast, before nodding. "Sorry. I didn't mean to leave it laying around." Lucas said, and Jamie blushed again. "Sorry. I didn't know it was yours." She said, and turned. She read every bind of every book her eyes would let her catch. Pride and Prejudice, Gone with the Wind, Romeo and Juliet . . . all of her favorite classics were here! She managed to snag a few, aware that they weren’t for sale, but she was just dying to explore them; run her eyes over the yellowed pages and graze her fingertips against their soft binding. Penelope smiled to herself. She looked up and was surprised to see a handful of other people in the surrounding aisles. Most of them were. We would go through the retirement communities and the kids would sing. I asked the girls to go and told them I could use another chaperone if they could talk their mother in to it. This wasn’t a cheap thing to do. Not only did I have to buy the hay, I had to pay for a special insurance to protect myself from liabilities. Then there was the drinks and snacks. So the last day of school before the break I was waiting up front for the girls to come in. As they came in the door I handed them their.