.. Miss New Booty," Mark said, checking out her butt."Bubba Sparxxx? Awfully old, ain't it?"Mark's erection grew as he talked to her."Not older than t...at first choice you had. He had a message: Believe in your booty. Trust in your booty. Have confidence in your booty. Sound familiar?" Yeah. You're obsessed with it," She said laughing. She looked down at his obvious bulge. "Shit, you are obsessed with my ass. Sorry. You know... you might be on to something with this 'Miss New Booty' stuff. But. I'll bet there's no one home," Brad said."How do you know?" Wendy asked."Your husband's truck is parked in my driveway. So is Lisa's car. They're at my house," Brad said.Wendy dialed her house. After holding the phone to her ear for several minutes, she hung up. She took the glass of booze from her brother and drank most of it. Tears ran down her cheeks. Wendy sobbed slightly and handed the empty glass back to Brad.Brad hugged his sister for a moment. She sniffled and then said, "I'm going to. Bill would be home any moment now - he'd just called from the airport that he was taking a taxi home - and she wondered if she could face him. She gazed around the freshly scrubbed kitchen, and realized that all the house cleaning in the world would never make her feel any more guiltless when she greeted her husband.The few days since her experience with her neighbor, George Farrington, had been spent indoors: watching television, sleeping fitfully, or simply sitting for hours on end, staring. Instead, I said ‘but Dad.’ He became very angry and pulled me by the hair to the couch. He held me down over the side, lifted my nightgown, pulled down my panties, made me spread my legs and spanked me several times. He released me, but told me to stay in that position until he said I could go to my room. I couldn’t see him, but he stood behind me for several minutes making a strange sound.”The bastard, I thought to myself, jerking off while looking at his daughter’s pussy.“Sorry to ask you.