I wish I knew what she was thinking. I wish she would give me some clue on what to do.But she didn't. She just stared. She looked cold, a different ve...sion of my wife—albeit a super-sexy one.I thought back to earlier, and Amy: my wife wouldn't have let Amy fuck me if she—my wife—wanted me to just screw her tonight. And I knew for a fact that she didn't like getting her pussy licked all that often, and she had never once suggested any bisexual tendencies to me.Looking her in the eye, I said,. I would say that my daddy fucked me at least twice when I was at home, keep it in the family you could say. Linda and I chatted on the phone every single night. I missed her so much.After three long years, we graduated with first-class degrees. My career was guaranteed because my daddy owned the company that was started by my grandfather. My brothers were already well established. My first job was being in charge of the purchasing department. Not exactly what I had in mind, but it was a start.. It smelled good on him.“I was thinking I’d like to go back to the lake today,” she suggested.“That’s not a good idea.”Glancing at him, she smiled. “Even with real bathing suits?”Grandpa shuffled slightly. He looked at her, his blue eyes warm, no crinkles of amusement. “Even with real bathing suits.”“Why?”“Rachael, honey, you can blame the Greeks.”“The Greeks? Why?”“Pandora’s box, which was, in fact, a jar.”“Huh?”Grandpa put his arm over her shoulders. She leaned against him.“In Greek mythology,. Sober, she always downplays her enjoyment. We fast forward to my little big tittied blonde on the dance floor, bouncing away for a group of guys from newfoundland while I sat back and talked to a girl from Montreal about some stupid topic or another. To say these guys were shy and dorky may be an exaggeration, but Kat was sure as hell out of their league. They know, she knew it and everyone was okay with it...Until Kat started talking one that was feeding her drinks. She basically told her.