”From within Mrs. García’s arms, Gracey gave out a faux complaining, “Da-adddd.”When both women looked at Gracey, then up at Dad, he said, �...Yes. That’s new, too. I hope you two don’t mind. I really like it, coming from two girls that are almost as much my daughters as Beth ... and Rhee ... and, now, Heather. Our house has been filled of late with wonderful daughters.”Mrs. García smiled as she looked at Dad. “Are you trying to steal our daughters? A one-night sleepover became three nights.”“Aw,. Bitch! She's such a bitch! Near sobbing with frustration andshame I throw myself into my work, trying to forget my full bladder... Tomy horror, Candi seems to be playing with herself again, she's such aslut!Working is not distracting enough to fully occupy my mind, and I'm leftwondering what I will do if I can't hold it in? Just pee my panties inthe seat? Pull them down and squat so it goes on the floor? I wonderwhich will be most humiliating... or least.Ten agonising minutes finally pass, and. For some reason, it's always been easier for me to relate to girls. First of all, since I like doing a lot of things that have traditionally been considered 'girl' activities - like collecting stationery, practicing flirting, and doing makeovers - hanging out with girls is just more fun. Plus, I could never do some of the wonderful emotional sharing I do with girls with my guy friends. (Which is too bad - telling a friend you love her is one of the nicest things you can do!) But more important. But Regina's eyes widened as she saw the telltale bulge in his tight jeans, the swelling that announced his passion as his cock bulged against the material. She could only stare puzzled at the boy's rod, unable to comprehend the meaning of it all.Until Carey made it clear by saying, "Mrs. Abbott, my father didn't see who it was. I ducked out of the house and around back before he could find me. But you know and I know, and if you don't want anybody else to know--my mother, your husband--then.