“You are late,” Daddy said.“I had trouble getting away,” a flirty voice purred. I tried to picture the owner. She sounded so sexy and confiden.... Clearly a married woman, sneaking off from her husband and family, a whore needing the hunky preacher to fuck her, luring another married man into sin.My hands rubbed at my skirt over my thighs, my body trembling as I listened to their kiss. Hot and passionate. I knew there was tongue involved. I pictured the woman plastered to Daddy, arms tight about. ." Don't mind me," she said with a smile. "Once I'm done with my sandwich, it's back to work." Me too, I'm afraid."And so it was. We finished our lunch and headed back to our respective jobs. Another hour would fly by before she would appear again.When she came out to clean the living room she still had not put on her sweats. It was too hot to wear that much clothing anyway and I certainly didn't mind the view. However, as she cleaned the living room, I noticed I was doing less and less. The freeway is a bit of an advertisement for life, I think. Some fly at the speed of light, others take their time, most don't know what the hell they're doing. I am the kind who takes their time and I do it with everything. Some would describe me as slow and I would have no trouble with that at all. I describe myself as slow; I eat slowly, I talk slowly, I move slowly thus making myself fashionably late wherever I go. But I would not be late tonight; I would be right on time.I remembered the. Frankie didn't know how she managed to walk to the toilet as her legs shook with ever step she took. "What on earth was she doing"? she asked herself, but she didn't have an answer as she reached the locked toilet door, with trepidation she knocked once and Charlie opened up and pulled her inside."As soon as I saw you I knew I had to fuck you" breathed Charlie, "this isn't anything I have ever done before" replied Frankie "but you have mesmerised me" though I am not sure I can go through with.