However, if there’s one damsel in distress I have no qualms helping out from time to time, then it’s you. I gulped. “Why do you say that?” “...h, a number of reasons, Miss James. You’re a very beautiful young lady, of course, but what I really like about you is your shy inquisitiveness. I can tell a seed has been planted in your mind, and now you find it difficult to think of anything else.” I looked over to see the bound brunette. She was still fucking the redhead like her life depended on it.. To my surprise, it was my dad. He was completely wasted and was blabbering in the hallway. He seemed to be a bit in trouble.I immediately went towards him to help him towards his room as mom was out of town for a few days.“Oh Amy, my sweet Amy, I’m sorry for all this!” He apologized in a fatherly way“It’s alright, Dad. Now let’s get you to your bed,” I exclaimed and helped him in his bedroom“Thank you, Amy, you are a peach,” he smiled, “Why don’t you come over here, help your old man with his. I'm being helped by Monty, the head barman at the Polo Lounge in The Beverly Hills Hotel. We went there for a studio bash not long after we got here. He has a good network of contacts so helps me out when I'm completely stuck. In return, I send him the final recipes which he tries out. There are quite a few old and unusual ones on his cocktail list now." You'll meet him next weekend," said Ruth, "You did bring an evening dress and tux didn't you?" Of course," said Kate, "Is that where we're. .I could feel her mezmorizing me. My breast moving outside of my robe. My vagina in full view. The fierce gaze ....as she bit her lip . And orgasmed in her pants. My breasts shone in the summer sun. My nipples soft. Hard . Ripe. I knew she loved this tension. .. I slowly let my robe drop and my hips swivel to the rain. As I showered. She dripped.. wet...and I felt icy hands as I showered. On my breasts.. the cabin was hot the rain crashing . Turning. Feeling her hot lips on my inner leg and.