I also spot my Dad leering several times when she’s leaning over at the filing cabinet – no doubt trying to catch an eyeful of that ample Janet cl...avage!Nevertheless, it’s with huge disappointment, that at 5:20pm Dad follows Janet out of the office and shuts the door behind them. Closing my laptop I head upstairs to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet I unzip my fly and take my cock in my hand. I imagine my father walking up behind Janet, hoiking up her little black skirt and pushing his thick. She said, "That's not your dick, that's your belt."I told her to feel around and she did. She realized I wasn't wearing a belt. Once more I told her to keep doing that. I couldn't tell how she was reacting to all of this since her face was facing toward my cock. She kept playing around over my jeans regardless."If I take it out will you jerk it," I asked. She simply replied with 'sure'.She moved her head up as I took off my jeans. I unbuttoned my boxers and pulled out my dick. At this moment I. " ***** Jennifer Angel was driving the 600 dressed in her workout togs, tiny short shorts and a belly shirt. We were on our way to her house for a change of clothes, then to mine. Not that I objected to Angel's outfit; quite the contrary, the view was awesome. Today was casual day for us, with Bailey wearing a tight pair of stone-washed black jeans with a light green boy beater shirt and cross trainers. We would be going the fairgrounds today, to hopefully sort out Diana's exhibit crisis. Still. I would let Tiny know to go ahead and order a great big one, and have him and his crew replace it for me. I hated showering in tepid water, and I knew I was going to hear from Sally about us using all the hot water again. The last time this happened, before Kat came, Sally had gone to the caretaker's cottage to shower. The tank there was less than a year old and never seemed to run out of hot water. I quickly rinsed off and got out. I could hear Sally down the hall, yelling that there was no.