The ringing phone brought Frankie back to reality. It was Mary asking fordirections to the cottage. Frankie stood out front waving as Mary pulled into...the driveway. After ahug and kiss, Mary fussed over Frankie's slim and trim body in the two-piece suit."God, I'm going to look like such a tub compared to you on the beach. Allthe men will be staring at you and ignoring me." All the men on the beach are gay, Mary. No one's going to be staring ateither of us."Laughing, Frankie helped her carry her. .. Uh ... is this enough lotion, Amber?" Almost, Dad. But get my lower back too ... please?" Oh, sure. I just thought ... I thought you could reach your lower back yourself." I can Dad," Amber replied slightly coyly, "I just feel like having you do it this time."Ted moved his hands down his daughter's back and continued to rub the oil into her soft skin. As he neared the top of her bikini bottoms, he had a vision of pulling them down, quickly coating his cock with suntan oil, and sliding it. That was the first invasion of my feminine parts other than by my own fingers. Or my mother's vibrator.Meanwhile, I had his zipper down and his blood filled cock in my hands, slowly masturbating him as we kissed, a tissue firmly in place to prevent his cum from inaugurating my sheets, something I didn't want to have to explain to my mother. In words of one syllable, she would fucking kill me. Sal pressed against me as I jerked, and he soon emptied his balls into the tissue. Unfortunately, he. Stonebriar would always be her ?baby?, she would never give it up, but it was time to scale back, she knew it and so did the other key executives around her.Therein laid her problem. There were two women that desperately wanted her job, and frankly Natasha wasn’t convinced that either of them was qualified. Ultimately only one woman would get it. In most companies the person that was passed over ended up leaving for another job at another company. Certainly such an option was not possible.