.. more than her daddy suspected. He had promised, cross my heart and hope to die, to escort her to her Junior Prom.“We’ll work something out.”�...�Thank you, Daddy.”The bubbly teen kissed her father on his forehead ... leaving a bright red lipstick imprint on a rapidly balding pate.His phone rang. This in itself was miraculous. Miles of the phone company lines had been down for weeks.The bounteous blonde stopped and turned in time to see her father turn sheet white, clutching at his. I went for the bra strap underneath your shirt, and undid it, with you completely removing it and putting it on the side. I pulled up your shirt and started to feel your now-bare chest. So soft and filling my whole palm. Perfection. I lowered my hand to your lower back and pressed your pelvis into mine.I shifted my body a bit to the side and slowly let my hand slide down your unbuttoned…unbuttoned? Damn, she was really into it. My middle finger reached the clitoris, all wet from the current. Steve wanted very much to fuck the shit out of his wife while still thinking about how Carolyn had offered for him to sneak into the guestroom tonight and go for round two. It was so tempting. He wanted it of course, but it was also crazy to even think it. He actually had a good thing going with his wife and he really loved Rikki. Whatever resolve and self control he had left he decided to gather up and just focus on his hot young wife. Steve flirted relentlessly while she got ready for bed,. The ‘Mountain Goats’ whose job it is to climb the big hills with the team leaders, giving all they have until the summit when the ‘Golden Boy’ pulls around and takes all the glory. And finally, the guys in my group; the hard-working, under-appreciated ‘Diesels’. That valiant band of brothers whose job it is to pull the entire team, and at times the entire peloton, along the flats in an effort to ride the legs off of all the other riders on the other teams. Oh, did I forget the ‘Golden Boys’?.