What was it about Debbie that guys liked so much? Did they like her because she made it so easy for them to get in her pants? Pam wanted guys to like ...er, too, and take her to bed like they did with Debbie, but did she want guys to think she was easy?Her hand slipped under the waistband of her shorts and into her panties. She spread her legs. Her fingers touched the lips of her pussy and poked into her tiny opening. She sighed softly.Debbie said Joe had a horse dick. She tried to imagine him. ”My father gave me a tiny nod, suggesting that I’d done it right.We were quiet for another few minutes as we all stared at each other, waiting for the others to flinch like a Mexican Standoff. I looked at them impassively. What I’d said was true. I didn’t need them. This dinner was a favor and if they walked out of it without resolving anything, then that was really for them to decide.La Salle’s is one of those small restaurants that prides itself on making everything to order, so I wasn’t. She slowly rubbed her palm in small circles, the precum leaking tip adding its wetness to the lotion inside her soft warm hand. She soon stopped, her hand clasping him once again, at the very top this time. Her loosely curled hand slowly glided down his hard-on, engulfing then releasing the large head and rock hard shaft in turn, until it reached the base, the small fist coming to a stop against his lower belly but never releasing his flesh. The high school boy’s breathing was loud in the. I wanted it bad, but an overwhelming thought popped back into my mind. She is my daughter, and it was wrong. “Dad, will you come back down to earth dammit!” Elise's voice was like a bucket of cold water, pulling me out of this bizarre dream. I smiled and finished my burger as she did hers. The dinner went on without my imagining her again, and I was finally able to refocus. An hour later we arrived back home, the lights on the house were off and the door locked. “Your mother must be asleep.