"Daddy!" I pleaded. "Get dressed," he said, harshly. "Hurry up!" He slammed the door shut and I leaned back, my pussy aching and unfulfilled. Two week... went by. Dad stopped coming home on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He avoided me at home. He went to bed earlier and stayed in his study with the door closed. I got the hint. He was officially trying to forget anything had ever happened. You would think I'd have given up. Thrown in the towel. Admitted defeat. And maybe I should have because I knew,. Certainly not with Charles and rarely by herself. She pushed back, forcing him deeper into her. As his tongue had done earlier, George’s cock was making her feel as she had never felt before. Unlike Charles’ rough fucking, her pussy welcomed George’s cock. He was undoubtedly bigger than Charles, despite her incredible wetness she could feel every inch of him as he moved inside her. At times he seemed to withdraw almost completely and she cried out, believing he was going to leave her. "I like NASCAR but I've been informed that racing is not a sport." It's not," Celina said as she crinkled her nose. She wasn't certain she had ever met someone who enjoyed watching cars go around in circles."It gives me something to talk about with Jason and Timm," Adam said with a smile."And Leslie," Rebecca pointed out. "If anyone doubted it is a southern thing, they only need to look at a cross-section of this group." Hey, Las Vegas sells out every year!" Adam said. "Hell, every race except. Mangesh went to his bathroom and changed his wet clothes. He then went to the kitchen to prepare some hot tea.When he came out with tea, he saw Bindu drying her hair. She was looking more beautiful than ever. She had changed into clothes she carried in her backpack just in case of such an emergency. The thin material of her blouse gave an excellent view of the shape of her pert breasts.Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash of lightening instantly followed by the roar of thunder in the darkening.