’ ‘You know, the ones made up like gold coins, they have them every Christmas.’ ‘It’s Christmas Eve. We sold out on those more than a week a...o.’ ‘I mean my son decided the family could come tomorrow after all at the last minute, and we have those for the grandchildren every year they visit. Well, might you know where I could—?’ ‘No, I don’t,’ Nancy cut in, anxious to move the line along. ‘We sold out of those last week.’ She had, in fact, seen those a day or two before over at CVS, but there. At that moment, I wanted Sarah so much I would have died to have her. Fortunately, she was in the same state as I was. It wasn’t long before our hands were upon each other’s breasts. Everything was gentle. I’m not sure why gentleness crept into the equation, maybe it was because of the fact that we were safe, I don’t know. Before today, we would have had fingers in pussies well before now and it would have turned into a feeding frenzy of sexual activity.Instead, we kissed, fondled, caressed and. That was my next target.“Mr. Dawes, I have nearly completed my listing of the items to be valued, but it occurs to me that there are private rooms where I am not authorised to enter for this purpose. Might we do so together, for your peace of mind? We should also list jewellery in the database for valuing when the gentleman arrives.”Dawes was put into a quandary, but saw the way things had to go.“Very well, Jeeves. We shall enter each room together, and you can list the artworks and jewellery. Jesus Christ, I was going to hell for staring at my daughter’s pussy.Finishing up the quiz and our lesson, I realized my cock was hard as stone. I skipped coffee with Sarah and rushed home to masturbate, slowly and luxuriously, imagining depravities I’d never before entertained – kissing my daughter’s tiny breasts while she gasped in pleasure, sliding my shaft into her tight, pink folds, and releasing inside her – filling her young pussy with cum for the very first time.I found myself enjoying.