"The handsome young man looked at me like most boys do, pulled his eyes away from my high and barely covered breasts and shook my hand smiling and the... licking his lips."Friday my wife bowls," he told his new hire, "wont be home 'til six, come on in and she'll get you a beer."They went into the living room and I got two cold bottles, poured out a bowl of pretzels and took them in. Dad pulled me down next to him and palmed my right breast, lifting and squeezing, his hand under my skimpy shirt.. Yes it really was all smoke and mirrors to her.Since I had already had dinner, and I wasn't going to be playing house, I decided to just catch up on some TV shows I had missed. The Internet was great for that. I was shocked to see that on one of the major cable stations, there was a promo for my silly reality TV show.The voice over was by some gravely voiced dude. I had no idea who he was, or if he was supposed to be someone I should know. "Maxine Stone is a real Private Eye, not some TV show. From where we stood we could see the large wet spot in the crotch of her pantyhose. Bob climbed up behind Lori and copping another feel of her pantyhose covered ass. Only this time he slide the tips of his fingers over her pussy lips back to her ass crack. “Slide on over to the middle honey so me and your hubby can climb in. Lori almost protested she didn’t like having this big dirty man touching her but his brazen touch of her hot pussy gave her goose bumps. She crawled onto the mattress and. "Suddenly fearful at this change, Bobby quickly rolled over onto his stomach. "Now pull down your panties." My ... my panties?" Your underpants. Your underwear, damn it! Pull them down, so I can give you this shot." Yes, Dad," the boy contritely replied, pulling his briefs down over his rounded ass and along his thighs. His face was in his pillow, and he couldn't see the stern, powerful man behind him. Lying there, knowing his stepfather was looking at his bare butt, sent strange ticklish.