I'd reciprocate of course, often innocently grabbing a handful of firm ass and at least one of the girls tops would invariably come off in the water w...enever we played, and hard nipples would be pressed against me before they'd retreat shrieking.My Samantha was often the most aggressive, proud of her new sexuality and eager to show her Daddy what a big girl she had become. She loved to rub against me, pushing herself into my penis as she hung onto me. It was still play of course, and neither I. But I digress. The next morning I awoke feeling slightly stiff and in need of some energy. I changed, used the exercise equipment we had in the basement and considered either going for a run or heading to the gym for more. Dismissing both ideas, I showered and changed. Today was my ‘off’ day. Every other day I went over to the Fletcher’s to work. The days in between were mine, though if I had plans, Mrs. Fletcher would let me skip a ‘work’ day. I looked at the clock. By now, Vikki would be. Scott walked up to the teller; Susie Q made a call to Stan to find out if Scott knew what was going on.The teller, meanwhile, tried to make polite conversation in order to worm out of Scott what he was up to. Scott, already a little defensive after Susie's earlier comment, stated rather loudly that if they must know he was going back to Lubbock on business.Susie sitting at her desk had just taken a drink of coffee when Scott made his announcement; she sprayed coffee all over her desk. Still on. I banged my head on the edge of the car when I instinctively tired to look, then I backed out from beneath the car and stood up. I saw the same cop from the park and ride. I asked him where he came from and pulled down on my skirt; feeling a little embarrassed that he had more than likely seen my thong. He said he had pulled in at the back of the store and saw me under the car. He explained he thought it was odd and wanted to see what was wrong. I laughed nervously and told him about the keys..