Doesn't that count?"I blushed, and tried to change the topic. That's one reason I always liked talking on the phone - no one can see me blush."Well, w...at about some wine or something?" My mother taught me never to go anywhere without taking something with me. I was a good girl. Well, sort of."Wine is good. I think red wine would probably be best with the food." Sure, sounds good. I'm on my way - I'll pick something up."Picking through wine bottles at the liquor store brought back memories for. In a few seconds, she caught herself falling asleep, sprawled in the whirling water, really relaxed for the first time since those horrible minutes in Marty Bondman's office.Also for the first time, she was able to clearly think about what had happened, and more important, what to do about it.She'd thought about calling the police--about putting that disgusting animal behind bars where he belonged, but it hadn't taken long to get that notion shoved out of her mind. Just a few brief thoughts. I never saw any grown cock before except on porn websites. Now I was watching realbig cock just in front of me. I move little ahead to see it closelybut I was trembling because of some hidden fear and sense of sinto watch my dad’s cock as I watched it closely, I got some inner heat in my body and could not move from there. My dad was snoring and there was very less chance of his being awaked but my sense of doing something wrong has ordered me to move from there and go to my bed before I move. "Jason," Robin said as she came into the room."Yeah?" Get your stuff packed up. We're going to head back to the house." Alright..."I hopped off my spot and went to the pile of clothes. I spotted a pinkbackpack that I figured was probably mine. I stuffed it full of all theclothes I could identify as mine and carried it out to the car.I had a few minutes until the twins were roused to consciousness andhad packed up their stuff. When I saw them, my heart skipped a beat.Timmy seemed normal, but.