Then she sat back and fretted. She reckoned that even with the letters being delivered the following morning the chances of any response before Monday...was slim. She would have to be patient. She would have liked to have shared the suspense with Hank but thought that he might consider she was leaning on him for support. She was growing more and more impressed with him and was nervous to do anything that might upset him. Little did she know that Hank was resisting similar urges.She was right. She. She still had all her clothes on and was still wearing her blouse, her sexy patterned stockings and her knee length boots. Her shapely legs were wide apart. Her right leg was dangling helplessly over the right arm rest, while her left leg was raised high, the heel of her left boot resting against the edge of the desk in front of her. She moaned again as she continued to stroke her pussy with one hand, while caressing up and down the material of her stockings of her left thigh with the other.. “He heard me talking to you earlier about not telling me he was staying. He thought I wanted him to leave and I ended up making up some story and now he .... now he wants to fuck me.”“He what?” My daddy asked, sitting down next to me. “And what did you say? I mean, do you want to fuck him?”I looked hard into my daddy’s eyes. I wanted to know what was going on in his mind right now. Did I say no and nothing happens and deep down he wants me to want it, or do I say yes, only to end up possibly. We both knew that, by tomorrow, we'd be at her house or mine, comparing notes and trying to find new ways to be "the best".For now though, I took her hand from Ted's wilted dick, and brought it to my belly.Ted, grinning at our "Cat fight," and loving the sight of our naked bodies, nonetheless decided to "take a breather" and went into the living room and spread out on the couch. He didn't bother to cover up, and although his cock was flaccid, it was still formidable sight. Jeannie stared at it.