Angelique and Erica ran over demanding attention from me. I picked up Angelique as Erica pulled on my shirt."One moment," I said to Erica. "What do yo... want Angel?"Angelique looked at me. "Are you going to be my daddy forever?" For as long as I live, I will protect you and love you," I saidAngelique smiled. "I want something."I nodded. "Trust a four year old to demand something when we go out and shop." I want games," Angelique said. "Candyland is fun, but I want more." Oh?" I asked. She struggled not to shiver and continued, stroking in circles just above her erect nipple. The silk of her nightgown felt amazing against the sensitive mounds. She could feel heat pool between her legs and the familiar warmth spread through her abdomen. Casey moved down her body. Exploring the lean muscle in her stomach and rubbing the outside of her thighs. She moved inside her thighs and stroked the soft flesh. Teasing herself to where she couldn’t stand it anymore. She stripped off her. He just couldn't catch.I was careful with him in that I didn't pull out any beer, or a joint, cause I wasn't sure if I could trust him with that shit. Like Braxton had said, it did violate my own rules, and blackmail was not a game I was going to play. We ended up just hanging out on the patio—I didn't even invite him down to the basement. And naturally the conversation quickly left football, and headed towards girls and pussy and---yup--blow jobs. Tommy finally got the nerve up to ask me had I. “Owe! Bitch!” she said and ripped Jenny’s top down and slapped her knockers. They barely wobbled. “Will everyone watch the fucking merchandise!” Jenny shouted, grabbing her jugs. Just then, the waitress who was hesitantly making her way over to the table, noticed Jenny’s exposed funbags and abruptly turned and made a beeline in the opposite direction.“There goes our service for the night, good job, girls,” Tracy said. She sighed. “This was so much more fun when we had Monica, that shy, 21 year.