“You really didn’t call me fatso, did ya?” The woman in the black shirt churned her throat.“We don’t want any trouble. ...We’ll leave.”The two women started to walk toward the group of girls. A tall fence blocked the other side of the alley. Just as the one in the dark shirt started to pass Claire, the fat girl reached out, grabbed her arm and without hesitation hauled her around and threw her against the side of the far building. The woman went. He was my best friends dad with whom I just spend some quality time in the gym. Derek was very muscular and he coached me to become a strong man myself. His son Samuel didn't have any interest in spending his time lifting weights, but with me Derek could share his hobby. We've always got along very well and in some way he was like the dad I never had.Me and Samuel were friends ever since we went to primary school together. Back then his parents were still together and I only thought of his dad. They reached the car and Steve opened the door. Jennifer slipped in and they were finally on their way. Passing all the city streets with stores and local traffic Jennifer laid her hand on Steve’s knee and inquisitively looked up at him. ‘So where are we going?’ She asked coyly. ‘You’ll know soon enough,’ he replied, placing his hand on her thigh as he desperately wanted to go further and explore. He held back and Jennifer grabbed his hand and squeezed it gently. Out through the city Steve. And touch she did. I felt warm, thick fluids oozing from me, and prayed that my daughter wouldn't see the evidence of arousal through those thin bikini bottoms.I was taken aback when Becky asked me to turn over, but hesitantly did as she said ... and as I settled onto the blanket, she reached to pop open the front clasp of my bikini top, baring my breasts.I was shocked and, truth be told, more than a little bit thrilled to be topless in front of my daughter. There was something in my baby's.