Everyone is well made up and while some of the clothes arecheaper than others they are all designed to make the wearer look moreattractive.7.45 am. On...time. Quickly into the small pastry shop, pick up somecroissants, then on to work. My boss won't be in for at least anotherninety minutes but there is a lot to do; checking the diary, gettingout the files she will need for the day, accepting the early mail fromthe postboy. As time gets closer I put on the coffee maker. As it goesto work bubbling. He could see her looking down at him, her right eyebrow raised. Without a word, she turned and slowly walked behind him. He turned his head as far as he could in order to see her. Once she was behind him and out of eyesight, he looked forward again. Head raised and stoic.He could hear her soft footsteps walk away from him then return. She was still out of eyesight but he could feel her presence. He waited.As the minutes passed, the only sound that he could hear was the slight creaking of. . touch my pussy ... oh, yes ... Yeahhh!" John pushed the girl's panties into the gap between her legs. They were already soaked and they stuck between her cunt lips. He firmly rubbed his finger up and down her cunt slit, pressing down to make her cunt lips separate."Oh, Dad ... will you lick me there? Ooohhh, I want you to eat my pussy! Will you ... oh, will you, please do it?" she pleaded.Her father was only too glad to oblige. "Raise your ass," he said.When she did, he yanked off her. ." she stared, suddenly frowning as she realized that this wasn't her husband. It was her father. Wasn't he? She wasn't too sure at the moment, especially when she thought about her memories. Her eyes went even wider as she realized that her name was Veronica Edwards, a 37-year-old wife and mother who still looked years younger. She glanced at her husband and frowned, still just as clearly remembering her life as Melissa. "Melissa...?" Jerry said hesitantly, then gulped before asking,.