Bridget recounted the various facial expressions of her "conquests" and Jill told stories of how she had to keep running around to get the right shot ...hile trying to look and act like a shopper. While they told each other of their personal mini-adventures Jill noticed that Bridget kept her skirt pushed up and was caressing her thighs. More than once Jill got a good look at her pussy. The labia were swollen while the inner lips and clit were protruding and slick with Bridget's juices. Jill even. I stood there in the water and blocked her way. She stared up at me."No. It's nothing like that. I promise you that. Believe me, it's nothing like that. It's just that, well, you're my step daughter. And you know, people can't do that. It's just not right," I finally said.She stared up at me."Well, if you wanted to, you could. It's not like anyone can tell you what to do. And I'm old enough. You did stuff with Allison. So obviously it's not an age thing. You like girls. So I don't know what it. "She ain't just a pretty face, ya know! No sir-ree! She's one sharp cookie and that girl can sniff out a liar from forty yards upwind!" he exclaimed as his hand slammed down on the desk and he again started laughing. "So, if you're lying about it, give your heart to God 'cause your ass is hers!" he howled. After taking several deep breaths, he continued in a more serious tone. "God Lord, man! If you can dream of having her lay on top of you and not having sex with her, then you're just the man. He looked up when she came into the room and greeted her, "Hey, kid! How was your day?"She dropped her backpack on the floor and sauntered over to him with exaggerated hip movements, pushed him back on the couch and straddled his lap. She rested her forearms on his shoulders and pushed her boobs toward his face, wiggled her butt around on his crotch. She licked her lips sensuously and said in a breathy, Marilyn Monroe kind of voice, "In case you haven't been paying attention, Mr. Hansen, I'm.