I got my wine from the fridge and walked back to the living room and over to the couch.My robe was on the floor and as I bent down to pick it up the n...xt thing I knew Bruce had jumped on my back gripping my waist tightly with his front paws, my wine glass and contents went flying onto the couch as he jumped up onto me.The sheer weight of him on my back brought me down to the floor on my knees with my head down on the seat of the couch. He then loosened his grip on me, but only long enough to. ”“Do you mind if I contact our manager about this?” Carol asked, as she was sending a message to Candy on the portable.Seeing the incoming message, Candy asked Vicky if she wanted to keep her company for a minute. Then the two of them wandered over to where Carol was talking with Lucille and getting a little heated.“What’s up, boss lady?” Candy asked as she approached.“Ms. McCall was explaining that she intended to cite us, close us down and have us all locked up.” Carol said.“Oh. Did you. ” And after that she asked the most awaited question as we both were getting aroused; she asked “what the hell you both were doing?” I suddenly got a shock and said it is personal and you will not get it just by describing because you are a sincere girl and you will know it by yourself when you will do it. She asked “is it fun?” I said “of course”. Then she suddenly came over me and climbed over my dick and said “why don’t you try it with me?” I said “I’m your bro… we cannot do that.”She did. To see us, even to know us, you would never know the depths of our relationship, never suspect that a demure, bookish little girl like me could have such a dirty mind and a willful sexual nature, or that my shy, scholarly father could be such a wanton sexual b**st. Behind closed doors, though, our lives are radically different from our public personae. And it all started that hot night in June four years ago when I started spying on my dad.I’ve given this a lot of thought, and I’ve decided that.