Cassie, speaking. May I help you?’ The receptionist smiled anxiously towards the supervisor and then turned away as she talked on the phone. Lynn si...hed as she walked away. ‘I ‘ave got deh trunks on underneat’ mah shorts,’ she fumed derisively, feigning a brutal French accent. Smirking to herself, she added, ‘God knows what else he’s packing underneath his shorts.’ She stumbled for a moment, tripped up by the double entendre of her flippant thoughts. Lord, she was tired, just so tired. Summer. Giving them a hundred grand didn’t alleviate me of my culpability, but it was the least that I could do. I’d unwittingly caused a family to mourn for their father and husband, and I knew what that was like first hand. I still missed my father every single day. Even though I was madly in love with my mother and she felt the same, I knew that she missed him too. Our love didn’t change how she felt about him, and I was glad for that. She and I had talked about that very subject last night after. She sat on his face and ground her eager clitty onto his tongue. She came from the sheer excitement and naughtiness of it all. Lacy flipped around, sat back down, and 'sixty-nined' him. She tried to get as much of that hard shaft down her pretty mouth as she could. She wanted him to fucking remember this "date" for a long time!He told Lacy he'd dreamed about fucking her for weeks, and now was the time.Lacy was more than ready! She lay on her back and spread her legs; she opened her glistening. Glen Simpson stepped right up to the curvaceous young girl and grabbed her arm. "What... " Barbara gasped, her eyes going wide.Glen tugged at her and pulled her right to the car. No one seemed to notice anything funny. Maybe it was her brother or father or husband. Besides, Barbara wasn't struggling.Actually, she was stunned. It didn't really register with her until the man was pushing her into the back seat of the car. He placed his big hand between her naked shoulder blades and gave her a.