"You know I do, Heather. Are you ready to tell me now?" Well, I don't know," she teased. "It is rather personal, so maybe I should just whisper..."She...moved closer to him on the couch began to whisper in his ear descriptions of what she had done with her boyfriend the night before. She told him about how she had followed his advice, how she had started by stroking the boy's cock with one finger, very slowly and lightly, teasing him to get him worked up and wanting more. "It was so great," she. One w/e Julie and Alan, her hubby, were staying over at our new place in the country. We had a fine meal, plenty of wine before, during and after; and had each retired to bed. The guest room is at the opposite end of the corridor to ours, but you need to pass ours to get to the bathroom or stairs. I heard a noise on the stairs and after a few minutes, having nobody come back up I thought I'd investigate. I crept down and could see through the slightly ajar doors to the main room a flickering. “Mmm,” I sighed as we separated. “I missed you a lot Daddy.” “And Daddy missed his Sweetness,” he paused as he trailed his hand down from my breasts to my hairless mound, “but you were being a bad girl and when a father catches his daughter being a bad girl he has to spank her.” “Spank me?” my eyes went wide in a mixture of shock and arousal. “That’s right baby,” he said as he lightly slapped me between my thighs, causing me to arch up and let out a small mewl. “Let’s go Sweetness,” he said as. ”She took a few more spoonfuls before pushing her plate away with obvious reluctance. “I can’t. Not with this script on my brain. Not with shooting in three weeks.” Her shoulders hunched as her head sank forward. “You know how I get before the first table read.”“I do.” She wouldn’t be able to do anything else until she’d memorized her lines. “Why don’t you take a bath? Relax a little. Take the script with you.”She raised her head and smiled. “That’s a really good idea.”“I do have them.”“You.