Stupid skirt, I thought. Still, I'm pretty sure it had earned me a couple of raises over the years, so I continued to wear it regularly.I guess I was ...retty quiet getting into the house. Neither of my girls was in the living room so I took off my shoes and went upstairs.Then I heard it: a grunt from Laurel's room, and not from her. Bed springs squeaking. She wouldn't...I softly opened the door of my 17-year old daughter's bedroom to find her boyfriend Pauly between her thighs, plowing her good. I leaned my back against the door and continued to hold the door knob with my hand. We were in a small, compact little storage closet that just hours before held folding chairs, and there were still a few in here. I didn't want someone to come barging in because some socialite couldn't find a seat. I ran my fingers through her wavy red hair and enjoyed the feeling. I'm not super endowed, but from what I hear, the size works for most girls, and I apparently could find work in porn myself, what. The toasted turbot titbits did the rounds once again, in my new rewound version of the world and I suspected Clinton’s world also and once more I eschewed the offered wine and filled my virgin glass with iced water. Clinton joined me on the wagon this time, I think we both realised this could be a long old night. I wished I’d brought a change of underwear and my shaving kit. I wondered what either Terry or Clinton’s agendas were and suspected to my dismay that they were one and the same.The. She jumped up and was next to my door before I could even get out of the car.After kissing her thoroughly we walked over and just sat on the step for a while, not talking, just enjoying each other's company.Finally Beth stood up, "Want to go eat?" Sure. Where would you like to go?" Tonight, I'm thinking something besides pizza!" Beth chuckled.We walked in the house to tell Beth's folks we were going out for dinner then Beth started for her room, "I'm going to change first. Wanna help?"You'd.