Her eyes also had a little sparkle in them; "it's good to finally get you over here. I've known you for 3 years now. And, you've lived next door to me...since the day you were born." That day, Monica had worn a very tight summer blouse, which showed her nice, firm breast. I could swear the pair of pink jeans she had on was going to split open. They covered her firm hips so good; it looked like they were painted on her."You sure do have a great place," I said, as I looked at her house, and a quick. The next part was to leave the office without being seen by my co-workers as I was now dressed as a slut, not head accountant, I crept down the back stairs tottering on the unfamiliar heels, I waited for the car, a black explorer pulled up and the door slid open, I get in and find myself with two other women, dressed in a similar way, "all ready for the party" one asks. We drive for about an hour arriving a large country house, on entering we are shown to a room set up for playing poker, I am. She made her way to the guy lieing on the rock and began to wank him as he in return payed the favour and began fingering her.This went on right in front of me and they didn't seem to care I was there so I made the decision to stay and watch.Eventually she mounted him cowgirl facing his feet with the guy filming facing her.The guy laid down clutching her tits as she rode his well hardened cock .He was a fit looking guy not hugely endowed but she was loving it.In front of the camera she seemed. “Go to your room, girls. I need to talk to your father.” Uh-oh. Whenever she refers to me as their ‘father,’ I know she’s mad.“Awe, come-on, babe,” I slur, trying to turn her mood around. “Why don’t we lock the door, and have a repeat of yesterday afternoon?”“Because you’re drunk,” she scolds me. “What happened to you? It isn’t like you to get drunk in the middle of the day.”“I told you, I don’t want to talk about it,” I snap, turning my back on her. It’s supposed to be a grand gesture, but the.