She wanted to get back to her apartment and a fresh bottle of brandy to still the aching thoughts which had been tormenting her since last Wednesday.T...e only solution was to walk, she supposed. The fastest way, she knew, would be through Ebenezer Treakle's property, a diagonal line that would bring her to the back edge of Montock where her rooming house was, rather than the much longer route along the road. Farmer Treakle didn't mind if people crossed his land, as that particular section wasn't. That's the reason we were over at her house last night instead of staying here.I heard a car pull up to the curb out front. Actually, I didn't hear the car so much as the tire squeaking when it rubbed against the curb. I looked out the window in the front door. Jill had just turned down the hallway from the kitchen."Your father just pulled up." I thought Mom said she was going to talk to him this morning." Jill, you should know how impatient your father is by now. I'm sure he's been up all. Surely I hadn't turned him on that much, had I?"Yes," he answered.That sounded good to me, and I took him in my mouth as deeply as I could, still not able to control his unwieldy willy without the help of my inexpert fingers. I had to laugh as I heard another firework display outside, and I wondered if I could make my friend explode too.I tried to move my head up and down as if I was fucking him with my mouth, and I found myself gagging with the girth of him. I knew I had a big gob, but really,. A pair of lacy, black panties, and elegant shoes are on the bench beside the bed. The dress is breathtaking - elegant lace sleeves and a silk bodice and skirt. I assume he wishes me to wear it for dinner and try it on. Like the other clothes, it fits me to perfection. I spin in front of the full-length mirror, appreciating my reflection.The dress lifts my full breasts and drapes nicely around my hips and bottom. I find makeup and brushes on the elegantly painted makeup table by the bed. Sitting.