She slowed down only enough to say where she wanted to go before resuming her intense and fast hand job. My cock was throbbing hard, racing with my i...creased heart rate. My hand was rubbing her damp spot between her legs. I would have shot my load here and now had I not go very lucky. I felt it coming up, felt that I was going to pop but as made a slight turn with the car, my dick hit part of the cold zipper of my pants which was just enough of a minor shock to stop my load. I thought it was. Grinning like an idiot I shot a look back over my shoulder at them as I began a second lap around the store.It was my lunch bunch -- who else? -- and John, and Mike Collins! In the middle was Missy, tears of joy running down her plump cheeks. Beside her towered Weed, who could fix any bike in the world in his cluttered back room, given the parts and enough time. He must have overseen the work, but where had they found the parts, and how had they gotten them assembled so fast? Someone must have. Violet was pretty, she had long beautiful black hair. Still, Amy got all the attention at the clubs. Amy was the blond bimbo of the house. We were only at the club for a half hour probably before Amy had run off on me. I didn't like being left alone with the new girl, but I was used to Amy's antics after a year however. "She gets all the attention... " I said to Violet, not trying to sound jealous. I was really just making conversation. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Violet asked me, my. Of course, I'd been without sex for months, ever since my wife had deserted Sandy and me. In addition, a really great daddy-daughter relationship became even closer in those months. Indeed, my daughter and I had been hugging and she had been cuddling with me even more that had been happening when my wife was still at home. If I'm to be honest here, I'll have to admit that I had even been secretly copping feels of my daughter long before my wife split ... And yes, Sandy was aware and even.