And just sitting there with him touching me insilence is off putting.Jackson left me and I was able to relax a bit. I looked to my right andnoticed th... old man that was sitting next to Jackson's seat. I noticedhim, but he was just noticing my legs. Jeez, I must have some killerstems. I crossed my legs and just tried to keep my eyes on the field.I was looking at all the players out there and my mind started runningaway. I started to think about what Jackson said to me in the car. Abouta ball. "I guess I still know that," nodded Alex."Open up and let's get rid of that taste, honey," said Kayla,squirting some breath spray in his mouth. "We both will, but maybeonce I leave read the card I left you. I'd rather not be here whenyou read it, but my letter inside is long and sappy and I'm almostcrying just thinking about it." Really?" said Alex, touching her arm and taking a breath as thegross taste was gone. "When did you write it?" Well last night, and for a few weeks now, and well... I. It hurt so good. I began telling him between breaths how his cock was the biggest and baddest I've ever had. Dave was on script when he replied "Of course, because you are my virgin bride.". Then he added the best words "Let's make that baby now."His words put me back on track. All I could do was grab his forearms and hold my legs around his waist. Dave then did the unthinkable, full withdrawal and full insertion. Again, again and again. Hard and fast. It hurt. A lot. Maybe a foot of. I say most of the time, because my Dad is my Dad, and he’s always been a flirt. Several times I hear him compliment her, on her dress, how she has her hair, you know the sort of thing…As I fast forward further though, towards the end of the day, I notice again a moment where Janet hand’s my Dad a cup of tea and touches his forearm. 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.