“You were ages, I was starting to wonder what you were up to."I stammered, “up to?"He just grinned.Our stop was next and he got up to get our stuf... together, he kissed me as he reached over for my water and book. “Mmmmmm you taste good,” was all he said and carried on I nervously watched him put the book in a bag and made sure I grabbed it to carry, my stranger's card was inside the flyleaf and I needed to look as soon as I could to find out his name. I knew deep down that I had to see him. Jack would be home shortly and she wanted to have dinner started so they could have a glass of wine and talk about the weekend. She knew Jack was upset and decided she needed to assure him that she still loved him. In her rush to get dinner started she didn?t notice that there was a message on the answering machine. She had dinner well underway and the wine poured waiting for Jack?s return. When 6:00 p.m. came around she started to get worried. It was then she noticed the message on the. At only 21 I’m young and my ripe, sweet pussy is Mike’s for the taking. Only Mike’s. Well, I guess I should say my pussy is only Daddy’s for the taking. It was a Thursday in March when I ran out of my high school into his car. He glared at me as I slid into the passenger seat. My short navy skirt was skimming my tanned thighs and expensive tan suede boots gave my 5’6 foot frame a little extra height. I was wearing a plain white button down shirt that was maybe a little too tight on my chest.. That takes some concentration, and I was losing mine. I managed to complete the curves I was working on and then said that I thought we'd done enough for today."Oh Doc," she said as she moved and adjusted the sheet again, making sure I had an unobstructed view. "Would you mind doing just a couple more sketches of me that are full-body and not just upper?" Sure, Sheila," I said. I brought my sketchbook out and a bit of charcoal and sat my stool much closer than I had been for the portrait..