The new cell phone rang. Tonya squealed and grabbed it. “Best Dad's Daughter Services,” she said brightly. “This is Tonya speaking. How may I he...p you?” As she spoke, she was sitting down at a laptop with a spreadsheet opened that had columns to fill in. She put the phone on speaker and a woman came up, saying, “...help with my daughter. She's just not sleeping with her father like she should be.”“Okay,” said Tonya, typing in those comments. “Now, what's your name, ma'am?”“Barbara,” she. The heels made them look fantastic, and itseemed to accent my walk and caused my ass to stick out a bit more thanusual.Make up was also something I learned to appreciate as time went on. Whilemastering the art of it was difficult, I later found that I felt nakedwithout it. At the very least I would not be without my burgundy or crimsonlipstick (Which also became my favorite color of choice for my clothing.). Itwas the first thing I put on after I got up and dressed in the morning.All and all,. Vickie is somewhat evasive and steers around the details. Once in bed John is surprised that she is in the mood when she attacks him. Vickie rides on top of John for the longest time, satisfying herself over and over. Looking down into his eyes she tells John of her sexual fantasies. Only a few of them are about Paul but it shocks John that she fantasizes about so many different people. Vickie notices John's cock has begun to soften and it is at this point that Vickie reassures John that she is. She also has a rack to die for.I knew she was planning on getting laid that night as I was watching TV in the living room. She came down in her club outfit, she was wearing a plunging v-cut shirt that left little to the imagination. Also she had on her “fuck me” boots as I liked to call them. These were killer boots, knee high, 5 inch heels, made her legs and ass look great. I got hard every time I saw my sister wearing them. I didn't expect her home that night in that out fit.I was quite.