Every few days Lockheed sent pictures and a report on progress; they clearly understood the deadline was fixed. Jenny and Marcy had insisted there be ... daily financial penalty for every day past the deadline in the contract.Amy sent an email that the budget had been signed and that we should precede with logistics for the new embassies. Everyone would be super busy again with some things on hold until the state department decided what they wanted and where. The email indicated that we would. In my fantasies, several stray strands of curly red hair were plastered to her forehead. There would be beads of sweat on her brow that would shiver and tremble along with her body as it shook with lust. Finally, she’d cry out, fingers buried deep in her gripping, slippery cunt, and an image of my slim-and-athletic-yet-sinfully-curvaceous lover being ravaged by various men and women in her minds’ eye. The thought of my lovely nineteen year old British friend desperately, breathlessly violating. She opened the door and shocked, how come you this time, I said I new that you are not well that’s why I came I said. She was so happy and she went bathroom for fresh, went to kitchen to prepare tea.{her hubby went work he was working for bank, and children went to school}.I went behind her and sat there on stool, she told having head ache. I asked her I will apply balm, by the time tea is ready, we had tea first. Then I took the balm and I applied her forehead. She was sitting sofa next to me. So what if Mom was turning into sort of a bitchy control freak? And so what if Dad spent more time watching porn than giving it to his wife? That didn’t justify…What, exactly? What was it she was imagining as she sat here and apparently didn’t play the video game anymore because oh hey look there’s my hand in my pants. What was it she was fantasizing about? Seducing her own father to relieve him of the pressure of being in an unrewarding marriage and having him show her how to be a woman?Yeah….