I look up at her and say " Why are you here and not Kendra " ? She looks at me sort of sheepishly and says, Oh my god, when did you realize it was me?...I tell her I knew it was her and not Kendra the moment she walked in. She sat on my lap, put her arms around me and kissed me softly. I asked her again why she was here in Kendra's place. Well... ummmm she said, we kind of made a bet. Kendra bet me that you wouldn't be able to tell the difference between us. I wasn't supposed to actually sleep. She came out a few seconds later clutching it to her chest.We drove in silence for a couple of minutes before Jill spoke."Did you notice anything different about Daddy?" You mean the way he treated the help?"For a split second, she looked like she was going to come back at me, then she dropped her eyes and said "Yes." Jill, did he ever treat you like that?" No. But he probably had a bad day." You mean he never had a bad day before when you made dinner?" No. He had bad days." And did he treat. She pushed her body against mine as she moved the tiny black thong to one side so she could get right at my soaking wet pussy. As she rubbed two fingers over my swollen clit I gasped as a tingle of pleasure shot through my body. I moved my fingers over her breasts to her hard nipples, and pulled and tweaked them through her t-shirts. Then she began to move her fingers slowly in and out of my warm, wet pussy. I couldn’t believe what was happening, I had never imagined doing this with. .. but be ready in ....18 minutes"The door closed.He sat back. A renewed fit of trembling overtook him.He tried to control his limbs. Staggering to the shower he turned it onand was nearly scalded. The soap was a form of kitchen carbolic such ashe thought had not been made since the early part of the 1900s. Still itworked although the smell was pretty offensive. He managed to adjustmixer tap of the shower and began to shave. He had learnt the hard wayalways to shave first as the water could.