"Who are you?" Vicki," I replied.Natalie looked me up and down and then up against with her arms folded pushing up her huge bosoms that made a feeling...sexual arousal grow. "You're staring, why are you staring?" she demanded."Sorry," I quickly replied. I noticed she was wearing a tight, sexy, red dress, which made the arousal stronger. When she turned her head away I glanced down and saw to my horror a small bulge sticking out from my dress. I needed to do something fast as the more I stand. Her tits were small and pert. She had big gorgeous brown eyes. And behind her pouting lips were a set of big white teeth, the top row of which protruded perfectly.She had a lovely sadness about her. She drank heavily."We can't fuck." she said, looking me earnestly in the eye."Why not?' I asked."No....I don't live here and I wouldn't be able to trust you living so far away." Corona isn't that far...." I said. "....And what makes you feel like you cant trust me?'"Because you're a dirty fucker!". Let me share him with you at least. I need it… Amber hun, I need it too… said her Mother. Let me speak to your Father. Amber handed the phone back to her Father and the tears began to flow. She only had one more day of her fantasy with her Daddy. It was coming to a close. She realized that she had become hopelessly addicted to her Father and his cock. She needed it every day. She listened to her Father talk to her Mother. I understand. he said, then a few moments later, I dont know… a few. Oddly enough, the house has those classy, and classic, Richard Neutra house numbers. I doubt Harold was responsible, probably one of the previous owners.The lawn was tidy, the grass neatly mowed, hedges recently clipped. Harold’s bodyguard / enforcer, Columbo, was on the front porch sipping a 40 with his left hand, a blunt in his right.Columbo, like Harold, had thawed toward me. I’d kept them out of the Brookside debacle and hadn’t teased them when a scary snuff film producer had strolled in.