Tiffani had already been made to strip out of her cotton PJs and put on her spiked heels, so as she knelt there he could look down and see the growing...puddle of delicious cum building under her legs and the spikes on her heels pressing into her ass.When the doorbell rang Dean looked at her and said, “answer the door Tiffani, make sure you tip the delivery boy generously,” and with a wink, he smacked her ass as she stood up. She was thrilled and nervous about what she had just been instructed to. .............."Now moving his hand dangerously close to her vagina he whispered, "Phyllis, are you getting wet, I could swear that I can smell your arousal!?!" This couldn't be happening to her. A sharp career woman just sitting there and letting a total stranger feel her out. To top that off ask her the most intimate of questions, but for some reason she couldn't resist him, and in a small voice she offered, "Y-yes, I'm very wet, I can't seem to help it!!!"With only inches to go, and sweat. We went out to the buffet at the Holiday Inn. Actually, it was pretty good. Better than the microwave dinner I would have had at home. And Homer can be kind of charming sometimes. We had a good time. Since it was still early when we got back to my house, I asked Homer to come in for a glass of wine. My designer jeans were too tight and my feet were killing me in those heels, so I went back to the bedroom to change. I just picked up a yellow blouse and a pair of jeans that I like to wear around. By ninth grade I was sucking on my father's dirty underpants. And sometimes I would really score. After he fucked my mother almost senseless, he would simply throw the used rubber into a corner. Ma would drink herself to sleep too, and then I would sneak in and pick up the dirty condom and suck my father's fuckslop out of it. It wasn't until years later that I realized I was eating my own potential brothers and sisters. By the time I was fifteen, it reached it's lowest point. By then, my father.