Her hands wandered down to her hairy pussy, where she gently tugged on her pubic hairs, staring at me for a reaction. I gazed at her tight naked body,...licking my lips as I returned a devilish smile. This was definitely not part of any quarantine rules. I unbuttoned my top and took off my top, tossing it onto the table. Gloria flashed an encouraging smile as I started to undo my pants. She reached for some shears and ran the sharp metal over her tiny breasts as she watched me strip down to my. "That's not a good idea. There is too much hostility right now. I don't think I could keep them from hurting you." That last was said in a guilty whisper; he'd been unable to protect me the last time."They can just deal with it. They aren't exactly in any kind of shape to refuse help of any kind right now," I snapped back. I felt a moment of guilt myself for being nasty at my father, but he would understand. "I'll call you when I get there," I told him and hung up so he couldn't argue with. “Calm down. Did she really turn you down?”“Yes! She turned me the fuck down. And it’s your fucking fault!” I jabbed my finger into his chest.“My fault? How is this my fucking fault?” He pushed my finger aside. Anger flashed even stronger inside and I fought the urge to thump his smug fucking face.“Because. You fucking made me go up there, that’s why.”“Don’t blame me for making you do what you’ve been trying to do all week. You should be fucking thanking me. At least now you know and you can. And besides, he and I only have sex maybe once a week, if that, . . . and it’s never the same as with you,’ she added wistfully. Then she blushed as she realized that she should not have admitted that to me. I just comforted her and told her how great it had been in that day’s position, ‘Spoons.’The next day we were scheduled for the position some call ‘The Anvil’ and others simply ‘The Deep One.’ I was thinking about how much I would enjoy that position, and hoping that Di would too, when I.