She put her finger in and pulled it out and licked it I was fucking flabbergasted. I could not believe her she was coming on to me her father while sh... was sitting there in MY living room with her mother inside. I just looked at her and didn’t know what to do. She had seen my cock and now she was showing me her pussy. Right then I knew that she could be had and that she wanted to be had by me.I really don’t know what to do so I get up go inside and make my hardon go away…I came back and she was. I untangled myself from Tabitha, Erin and Nadia and threw on a pair of shorts. Bleary-eyed, I almost tripped over something and then got to the door.What my eyes saw and what I was prepared for were two entirely different things. I was expecting the manager of the complex with forms of complaint about all the noise the girls and I were making the previous night. The woman standing in the doorway was not the complex manager, but a drop-dead gorgeous brunette.She was tall, almost my height. Dark. I don’t know his hours, but I wasn’t going to miss him.He took one look at me and told his male assistant, Gordon, “Hold everything.”Gordon nodded. He gave out a limp-wrist vibe, but I’d seen him checking out my rack.Phillip said, “Tell me, Winter.”I told him.Unflappable. I hear that description, but most people aren’t, not really. Phillip, like Daddy, listened until I finished. Looked at the photos of the three Angstrom sheets. Ghost sheets. The picture I’d taken of the open file drawer.. "I'll go shower." He turned and entered the dressing room.Butch switched into his Speedo's. He looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. Damn, he looked good. The only thing he would change if he could was the tattoo on his chest. When he was seventeen, he went out with his buddies and they got drunk. They all decided it would be cool to get a tattoo. He chose a death's head that was dripping with gore. He usually kept his shirt on till the women he was with were all worked up. Then they.