ATTHISShe spent all night pushing that phoney-balony Baron on me. He's ourguest and you need to stop saying these horrible things about him. Hewas ... girl! I know a girl when I see one. And through it all he wasjust sitting there with a stupid grin. Baron my ass. He's no more abaron than I'm a ...a ...something that isn't a baron. Grr. And he wasall, "how charming you are, my dear. What a delicate flower." It was alot of hooey.ATTHIS releases another arrow..He even tried to kiss. Dad was just leaving the bedroom. He stood there looking at me as he closed the bedroom door.“I’m off to play golf,” he said firmly, while placing his hand between the folds of my towel. He lifted it. His fingers clawed at my pussy and one of them slid along my wet slit.“What are you up to today?” he asked.“Not sure,” I replied, “Mum did say we would go shopping, we shall have to see,” I said.“Well, have a good time, won’t you,” he replied.“We will,” I said, with the most lustful grin on my. She had a bed on the floor of the Store Room where she took a nap after she served me lunch and helped me freshen up after arrived from school. After that we played Snake and Ladders or some other silly games during which she would get drowsy and fall asleep. I sometimes got bored and went to her bed to lie by her side, to which she did not object. Within a week of her working for us, this pattern soon became a routine. She would in fact call me to sleep by her side, if I was busy elsewhere. I. The girls had wanted to go to a nightclub all week but Andy and I weren't into the idea at all. We were quite happy sitting in bars, watching the totty, playing pool and getting pissed. Still, it was their holiday too and we made an exception for the sake of good relations.We went to an Italian restaurant for dinner and whilst twirling his spaghetti, Andy splashed his white shirt with sauce. Sue laughed at him and said that none of the birds could be interested in him tonight because now he.