Daddy rolled me over onto my hands and knees and I instinctively raised my pantied ass into the air. The store manager gazed at my pantied ass, and no...iced the wet spot which had by this time spread from the crotch of my panties to the ass."This little bitch is already wet!" He yanked my panties aside and i could hear him take out a condom."You don't need that shit," daddy said, "she's only had my cock before."Before I was prepared, I felt the store manager's cock press roughly inside me,. We were an odd couple; he was about 5ft 8ins and built like a bull; I was just over 6ft, and as skinny as a rake. I filled out as I got older, but I've never been much heavier than 15 stone. Harry had been educated at Eton College and I had attended Plaistow Comprehensive. He was posh and I was rough. His accent was upper class Oxbridge, and mine was low class Cockney/Estuary English. On the face of it we had nothing in common, but there was always a strand of friendship between us, even before. Soon enough she was dressed and ready to resume the journey, something I was eager to do. Neither of us had changed clothes, neither had showered. It was going to be a pleasant day in the car. Chapter 3 Danny didn’t say a single word for the first three hours of the drive that morning. When I went through a drive through, she didn’t even speak to tell me what she wanted, so I ordered for her. Just after the three hour mark, the dam broke. I can’t swear that this is the word for word truth of. No one seems to know how long it is since he left the Army, or whether he saw active service. Doubtful, in my view. But he still plays the part. Gave me a little salute when I reluctantly invited them both indoors. No real option after he’d said there was something he wanted to talk about.I offered tea or coffee. The Major said Brenda would like tea – she just nodded agreement – but he wouldn’t mind a drop of scotch if that was possible. Neat would be fine, he said, when I offered water with.