Her beautiful red dress clung to her figure and showed off everything. I kept my eyes above her neckline. “Don’t scare him too bad, Dad.”I dismi...sed her worries. “It’s his job to make sure you’re getting the best.” She set off to the washroom. I sat back down. Peter put down his glass of $18 ice water. I sat up straight. He had been waiting for this moment.“Gene, what is it you do?” he asked first. Good, I approved of starting at the clear answers.“I’m a draftsman. I work for a small. At first, I had thought nothing of it, just making a few jokes and memories with my friends, it was just a phase, so I thought.After a few months or so, I began constantly thinking of Ms. Baker. I just thought it was just the stupid thoughts my friends had put in my head, but then I could not get them out of my head. I began constantly talking about her; every little thing about her fascinated me. I started having constant hard-ons, just thinking of her, god I just wanted to fuck her pussy so. Uncle Mack knew the ideal stall in the covered market for rude underwear – he often paused on his way past to the office, wondering who wore such revealing garments – now he had the perfect opportunity to dress up two gorgeous teenagers before fucking them stupid. After a half-naked breakfast; Alia and Tee had borrowed two of his shirts after spending the night together in his bed, while he was f0rced to wank and sleep on the couch; then he watched them dressing - hiding their cute arses inside. My heart jumped when he said that. Dad slipped off his robe, he looked good for a fifty year old man, he stood there, and then said, “You may as well get use to daughter” He said. I stood there looking at him, his cock in all’s its glory. “Come here Casey, lesson number one, touch my cock”. I reached out and touched it, he twitched it, and I jumped. Dad laughed again, “Good girl, now get about and get rid of all those boy things I’ll be back in two hours. It took an hour but I had gathered up.