This file brought to you by - http://www.mrdouble.com Subject: REPOST: Sandi's Story(Inc/Lez/For) (3/13) "I want to help you forget your troubles!" "Sandi! Stop it!" "Can't I watch you cum," I asked softly staring into his eyes. "Sandi!" "Please, I want to see it!" "SANDI!" "Come on Dad, cum for me!" "SANDI KNOCK IT OFF!" he said loudly withdrawing his hand from me to push my own hand off of him. "Come on I promise I'll do what ever you want!" "Sandi, get to your own bed!" he nearly shouted angrily at me. Dreams of actually making love to him shattered like a mirror inside my head into millions fragments. "Dad...." "Go on Sandi, get to your own bed right NOW!" "...Dad...." "Go!" Sadly I slipped from the bed and sullenly left the room. When I got into my own cold uninviting bed the tears came, flooding my eyes. I couldn't understand why it hurt me so, I was expecting him to say that he didn't want to...but it still hurt my heart, almost as bad as Mom dying. I woke a couple of hours later and after another half hour of tossing and turning I got up from my bed. I missed the feel of his warmth beside me in bed and it made me feel so lonely I walked to the his bedroom door and quietly opened it to look at him. He was so handsome in the early morning sunlight coming through his window. I knew what my mother had seen in him. He had to be one of the most gorgeous men in the world but to me he was the only one. He was also sensitve, even though he rarely spent time with me very often. Even though it was years after my mother had died I had seen tears in his eyes when we had watched the old home movies with Mom in them. I knew he loved her very much...and still did. But it was my turn, she was gone, no one else was good enough for him and I wanted him. Carefully so not to wake him, I climbed into bed with him. I was glad that he was a heavy sleeper and when I did get in up against him he actually wrapped his arm around me and pulled me so that my head was on his chest. I was happy even though he had whispered my mother's name when he did it. In the morning I woke first, but a second later I sensed that he was stirring to wake up so I pretend that I was still asleep. He stretched with his eyes closed and wrapped his arms around me like it was every day that a woman lied in bed with him. But when he realized it was me I could tell he was upset at my presence by the way his breathing changed. He shifted but was having difficulty trying to get out from under me, but he couldn't do it by himself so silently still feigning sleep I rolled away from him. He sighed, but he didn't know that if I had of been asleep I never would have moved from my position away from him. As quickly as he could he moved away from me and slipped into the bathroom to shower. Before he could say anything to me I got up out of bed and left for my own room and dressed. I didn't want him angry at me. I had meant to leave before he had woken up but.... I got dressed and as I left my room I met him, he didn't say a word he just gave me a sort of glare and then when down the stairs. He was angry at me and just seeing it in his eyes hurt me. Breakfast was just as quiet. School was even worse. I felt depressed the entire day, it was awful...it hurt even to smile. I had blown it, I knew it had been too early when I put my hand on him, but I couldn't have helped it. I wanted it so bad! I wanted it more than I ever wanted anything else in my life...and I'm not talking about watching him ejaculate all over himself. Melanie had noticed my mood and had asked if she could come home with me. "No, but lets go to your house instead," I had suggested. "All right," she whispered softly. "I think we need to talk about...what...happened the other day." "Ok," I agreed not really wanting to talk about sex but knowing that it would have to come sooner or later. The two of us had shared something...unique, and my father had seen it. Then what he had told me about my mother re-surfaced, he had said it would pass just like it had with her. My mother had spent time making love to other women, the thought surprised me and questions about whether or not my father had seen her making love to someone else, or if they had both invited a woman into bed with them, or whether it was just hear-say. One other question came to mind and that was "Did he enjoy watching two women at it together?" "Melanie, I changed my mind, what do you say about going to my house instead?" "That sounds better it will give us more privacy, my mother will be home at my house." "All right I'll meet you at your locker at the end of the day...I forgot tonights my gymnastics night...I can't, how about tomorrow?" "I'll call my Mom at lunch and I'll tell her I'm going to stay over at your house tonight and I'll go with you to your practice. I really think we should talk!" "All right, but its going to take awhile. It usually takes two hours before the coach will let me go." "Two hours?" "Yeah. I've got to go, in two weeks I've got to go to a tournament. The coach wants me to come everyday now, but I can't afford the time." "Why what do you have to do?" "I've got to take care of my Dad! He needs me, if I'm not there he won't eat anything more than a sandwich. If I don't cook he doesn't go to any hassle to feed himself." "What if I go to your house after school and cook for him so you can stay and practice?" "Can you cook?" "What do you think, we have been taking home ec. for two years?" "All right stupid question. Would you mind doing a little cleaning, maybe some laundry?" "Heh, I'm no maid! You said cook!" "I know, but I do do more than cook during that time!" "I know, but I didn't expect to...." "You don't have to do it if you don't want. I'll see if I can get my Dad to pay you. I just want to make sure someone is there to take care of him when I can't." "Depends how much?" "I'll talk to my Dad after practice, but do you think you could cook tonight for him, go home and leave me here to practice and cook him dinner. "Tonight?" "Yeah, you just have to remember my diet though...all you've really got to do is make me a salad and that's good enough for me, but make him something good." "But we were going to...talk." "We still can!" "But what about your Dad?" "He won't bother us, I promise." Truth was I was hoping he would, I was hoping that at the least he would watch us, after we had talked. I figured that I could please him a little that way especially if he liked watching women together. "I'll see you after next class then," Melanie said before leaving me as the bell rang. I ran to my French class and suffered through it like I usually did, only this time I had more important matters on my mind, like how to make love to my father and keep Melanie in the dark, because if she started working as a house keeper...and that's exactly what she was going to be. Once she was coming over every night I also had to consider the idea that she and my father might...become close, and that worried me. I know he had rejected me so far, but what if he didn't reject her, what if he took her to bed, what if he came home early to do it? What if...I had so many questions and so many worries. I didn't want her there but I wanted to know that he would be taken care of, and that mattered more to me than anything else. Time passed slowly for the rest of the day. The coach was as tough and rough on me as ever and he put me through my paces as usual. Also as usual I was hot and sweaty from the workout and had to take a shower. The coach as usual...joined me. I hadn't known any better when I started going for the practices and I hadn't realized it till later that he always found some way to keep me back so that there was only him and me left. We had always showered in different stalls, never the same one, but he had seen me and I hadn't bothered to cover up for him. He was my coach nothing more, he had seen me run, he had seen me jump, he had seen me doing everything a gymnast does and I had never thought anything about it. But this afternoon was different he joined me right in the shower. He surprised me, I was washing my hair and he stepped up behind me and kissed my neck. He was completely naked. I had never seen him before, ever, not even topless, and now here he was pressing his member against my ass whispering "You make me so hot! Your so beautiful. I want you so bad!" While he was whispering this to me he was stroking my breasts. I was scared, I wanted this but not with him. I wanted it with the man I'd been dreaming about. I hadn't imagined, or even thought about screwing my coach and even though it was so easy to let him have what he wanted I didn't want it. All I wanted was my fathers cock. "What are you doing?" I demanded in a raised voice moving away from him and turning around. "I want you!" he said softly looking into my eyes when I turned around. "Well I don't want you!" I told him sharply. "Why not, you don't have a boyfriend, surely you want to know what it feels like to make love." "Not with you," I told him pushing him back away from me. "Sandi, come on I could please you like you wouldn't believe!" "NO!" I shouted at him as he put his hands back on my breasts. "Stop or I'll scream!" "There's no one to hear you!" "I'll...I'll get you fired!" "No you won't...all those times you've showed your body to...for me...you want it as bad as I do!" "No I don't!" "No, what about that time when you had your feet behind your head and you winked at me. I wanted to strip you down that time and put you through a different kind of workout on those mats. You want to go to the olympics don't you?" "What's that got to do with any...." "That's right...." "That's blackmail," I told him as he moved closer to me backing me against the wall. "No it's not. It's convincing you of what you want." "I...I...won't have intercourse with you!" I told him sadly, I didn't want to do anything at all but what choice did I have. None. Who would believe my word against a teachers, one that was so trusted in his field that he had seen at least a half dozen women gymnasts all the way to the olympics, and I wanted to be one...and make my father proud of me. The water from the shower nozzle ran pass the timer and stopped leaving us alone with only the sound of dripping and staring at each other. Silently I knelt in front of him and took his penis in my mouth. He started running his fingers through my hair and I pushed them away from me. As the tears mixed with the water that was dripping from my hair his moaning increased while I sucked on him. "Use your tongue," he whispered softly and I did. I fingered his testicles hoping that it would hurry him along so I could get away from him as fast as I could. His hands started fondeling my breasts and I let him, simply because stopping to push and tell him not to do it would mean that I would have to stay there longer. I was surprised when his testicles contracted suddenly up towards his body but was more surprised when his penis started spurting into my mouth. I withdrew it as quickly as I could and pointed it away while I spit out the bit I had gotten in my mouth. He stood there moaning while I pumped out the last few drops of his semen with my hand. When he was finished he leaned against the wall while I got up and moved away from him heading as fast as I could for my locker and my clothes. When I was dressed I ran from the school, the tears still dripping from my face. I was ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated. I had done the unspeakable. That moment as I looked back at the school I vowed that I would never do it again. Before I went inside the house I wiped my tears hoping that no one would stop me on the way to the bathroom so I could wash my face to. The aroma's from the kitchen were wonderful and I could make out the soft husky voice of my father talking to Melanie. I had managed to get through the front door without alerting them but when I tried to sneak up the stairs--the squeaky stairs-my father called my name. "I'm just going to wash up Dad," I tried to say as strongly as I could, but I couldn't hide anything from him. "Are you all right," he asked coming to the bottom of the stairs. "Did everything go all right?" "Yes. I'm fine Dad!" I said trying to reasure him the best that I could. The dark stairwell at least hid my eyes from him, so he couldn't see how much pain it gave me just lying to him. "Are you sure?" "Yes Dad. I just have to wash up for dinner." "All right, but don't be to long, Melanie's made something wonderful." "I won't!" I promised softly. Dinner was quiet mostly only occassionally someone asked for something or other to be passed, and both of them always kept looking at me. I was sure they both knew something was wrong with me, and I didn't want to admit it. "Dad?" "What is it honey?" he asked looking at me entirely forgetting that he was mad at me. "Melanie and I were talking today...." "About what?" he asked glancing at both of us in turn before his eyes finally rested on me. "About...practice. The...coach wants me to practice more than I am, but I don't want to leave you home to fix your own dinners," I stated as Melanie got up and started clearing the dishes away and not returning to the dinning room. "Because I know what kinds of things you make for yourself when someone's not there to do it for you." "Sandi I can take care of myself." "Dad, don't lie to me. Your idea of a homemade meal is a bag of cheeto's and a beer. I want you eating good...and I asked Melanie if she'd come here after school and cook for you...." "Why did you do that?" "Because I want you to be looked after," I told him quickly moving from my seat to sit in his lap. "Because I love you!" Sex was the last thing on my mind when I sat on his lap, especially after what I had done earlier, but the feeling of him under me and his cock rubbing against my clit was almost enough to get me started...almost but not enough. "Sandi!" "Dad, please...we can pay her twenty-five dollars a week." "Sandi, I'm not going to be supporting your lovers," he whispered softly so only I could hear. "Dad this is got nothing to do with that, if you want I'll find someone else who will do it. But I want you coming home to a nice warm meal even when I'm not here. But I promise I'll be home as quickly as I can." I was firm on that I wasn't going to do what I had done again and if that meant leaving ten minutes before everyone else did that was fine by me. "Dad, please...do this for me! Let me know that you'll be cared for even when I'm not around." "All right Sandi, I guess we can afford twenty-five a week. She'll probably be pretty well payed even if the wages aren't very good. The affair with the mistress of the house will probably keep her coming back." "Dad!" I said patting his chest and gaining a smile from him. "Is it all right with her mother?" "I'll talk to her and then we'll call her all right?" I asked kissing his cheek and getting off his lap. "Get going," he said and playful smacked my bottom. Even feeling as dirty as I did from earlier, his hand still sent tingles through my body. I took another load of dishes into the kitchen and loaded them into the dishwasher while Melanie watched me...especially when I was bending over. It wasn't really a turn on for me...the idea of my father watching her watch me did though. "Well?" she asked eyeing me impatiently. "Twenty-five a week," I told her knowing that it probably wouldn't be enough "plus my Dad says there's a bonus!" "What is it? "Well on top of the funds he says you can have an affair with the mistress of the house," I said flatly and a look of concern filled her face. "How did he...." "I don't know," I lied, "and you can eat dinner with us as often as you want. All you have to work is Monday through Friday, I can still handle the weekends." "Well...I guess, it's only about an hours worth of work anyway. Five bucks a day it isn't very much but...." "You get meals too, for an hours worth a work isn't too bad." "I suppose not...ok." "Your going to have to talk to your mom first and get her permission." "All right," Melanie said picking up the phone smiling and dialed her mother. After five minutes of arguing she finally agreed. "She was concerned your father might take advantage of poor little 'ol me, after all his years of being alone." "I gathered that," I told her smiling. "But it's not the male side of this family that I think she has to worry about," Melanie said smiling and taking me in her arms. I was reluctant at first but the pressure from Melanie's lips, and the hands on my ass dispersed it a little until my Dad walked in on us. He smiled and we both blushed a little before he asked "Well, what did your mother say?" "She said it wouldn't be a problem!" Melanie said hunching back over the dishes to hide her rosy-cheeks. I couldn't help but for a second picturing all three of us in bed making love to each other, together. "Good, we'll count tonight as your first night all right?" "That sounds fine," Melanie said starting to scrub a pot. "Sandi, could I speak to you for a minute," my Dad said leaving the room. "What is it," I asked sitting in his lap contrary to where he had patted a second before I entered the living room. I could tell immediately why he had prompted me to sit away from him rather than where I was now. I could feel his penis beneath me, and it was stiff and hard. "Will you two want to use my bedroom again?" he asked softly almost in a whisper. "Not tonight Dad, I don't feel up to it...not right now anyway, and Melanie should probably be going home soon, after we have a little girls-talk. Do you have any work to do tonight?" "No. I'm still trying to figure out that little problem we talked about before." "Well, I'm going to try and get Melanie going home soon, so I can take a nice long hot bath. Then maybe we can watch some TV or something together for a little while before we turn in?" "I guess," he said softly while his member was quickly dwindling away to nothing beneath me. I wrapped my arms around his neck hugging him while pressing my small breasts against his chest and giving a little wiggle. He stirred again. He glared at me. "From now on you sit on your own chair instead of on me, your a big girl now!" "But I like sitting on your lap," I whined softly. "Sandi!" "All right, I won't do it again, ok?" I said crossing my fingers unnoticed. "Good!" I shifted off of him and went and helped Melanie finish cleaning the kitchen. She had most of it done so it only took a few more minutes before it was all done and the dishwasher was off and running. Together we climbed the stairs and went into my room. She sat on the bed and watched me as I collapsed down beside her. "What do you think we should do?" "About what," I asked watching her carefully. "Do you...want to do...it again?" "Did you...like it?" "I liked you touching me...it's better...than when...." "You do it yourself," I filled in. She nodded. "What about you did you like...it?" "Yes, I enjoyed it too," I said thinking about more about how it turned me on afterwards knowing that my father had seen us. "Do you want to do it again?" she asked searching my eyes. "Yes..." I said and her hand reached out and started caressing my leg. "Me too." "Melanie, I want to...but not right now...what about Friday evening you can sleep over here again and we can...do it." "All right," she said sadly withdrawing her hand then she stretched it towards me again. "I want to touch you so much. Seeing you around school keeps reminding me about being in bed with you and touching your soft skin." "I know..." I said softly "but we've got to wait till Friday!" "Why?" "Because I don't feel like it today." "All right." "Is that all you wanted to talk about?" "Yes!" "I kind of want to have a nice long soak and then I'd like to spend some time with my...." "You'd like me to go?" she asked softly. "Would you mind?" "No, but next time just tell me ok," she said getting up off the bed. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings." "Well you wouldn't have. I'll see you tomorrow." "Then Friday," I said grinning. "Bye," she said leaning down and giving me a little peck of a kiss on my lips. "Bye" I said softly watching her leave. Quietly I slipped out of my clothes and put on my robe gathering up a big T-shirt and a pair of panties. I went into the bathroom and ran the tub and when it was finished, I just sank into it and let the wonderful sensations flood me. I didn't do anything but close my eyes and relax. I needed it, I felt awful and used from what my coach had made me do and I couldn't believe I actually gave him a blow-job. Something I never wanted to repeat with anyone other than my man. When the water was draining out I used my robe to dry myself off since I had forgotten a towel then I dressed in the panties and T-shirt and went down stairs and found him still sitting in the same place with his eyes closed. When he heard me approaching him he opened his eyes and looked at me he opened his mouth to say something but closed it before anything came out. "I'm wearing panties," I told him lifting my T-shirt up to show him, "if that's what your wondering." "No, no it wasn't," he said quietly as I snuggled up against him, drawing my legs up under my buttocks. He leaned forward and picked up the remote from the coffee table and flicked the TV on while wrapping an arm around me pulling me close to him. After about half about an hour of channel flipping he shut it off and in the darkness we just sat there holding onto each other until fifteen minutes later a car passed by outside and broke the spell. "Let's go to bed!" I suggested standing up and pulling on his hand. "I suppose you're going to want to sleep in my bed again." "I would like to...." "Well since you'd probably just crawl in when I'm not watching, you might as well start out there, but you're going to have to start sleeping on your own again." "Don't you like sharing a bed again?" "Frankly Sandi, I don't, it leads to too many..." "Opportunities!" "...chances of mishap." "But I'm wearing panties, plus I promise I won't do anything," I said crossing my fingers "anymore. But I don't want to sleep alone anymore, last night I couldn't sleep at all because I missed feeling you next to me. Please Dad, don't make me sleep alone, I like cuddling up against you at night." "Sandi...." "Please!" I pleaded looking up into his eyes. "Sandi...." "Please Dad, if you...bring someone...home I'll sleep in my own bed but when...neither of us have anyone else here...let's sleep together. I like waking up in the morning next to you, is that so wrong?" "Sandi, yes, you're my daughter." "I don't care I just want to sleep in bed with you knowing your laying beside me makes me feel good, and safe!" "Sandi...." "Let's not argue, let's just go to sleep. I'm tired, please." "Sandi?" "What," I asked tiredly just at the door jam of his bedroom. "Is that really the way you feel? Nothing I could say would disuade?" "Yes and no!" "What does that mean?" he asked and I pulled him into the bedroom so we could sit down. "Yes that is the way I feel, and no there is nothing you can say that will change my mind." "What if I bought a lock for the door?" "You wouldn't..." I said shocked that he would even consider the idea. "Well?" "I'd probably find another way in, sleeping beside you means alot to me." "Does it mean that much?" "Yes!" "Let's go to sleep, and let me think about it all right? Tomorrow you sleep in your own bed though." "Dad!" "Then I'll give you my answer Friday!" "That means I won't get a bit of sleep tomorrow." "Then you better get all you can tonight! Go on climb into bed," he told me and I moved up the bed. He stood up and walked around to "his side" of the bed and stood there watching me as I pulled my shirt off and threw it over to the floor before slipping under the covers. "Come on," I told him patting his side of the bed. I watched him strip down to his shorts and climb into bed beside me. "Aren't you going to take them off, I don't want to disrupt the way you sleep Dad." "Sandi...." "Go on, I promised I wouldn't do anything. My hands will stay to myself or everything above your waist." "You swear?" "Yes," I said with my fingers crossed under the sheets. "I swear." "Ok," then a second later he dropped his shorts over the side of the bed. "Does that feel better," I asked wrapping an arm around his chest. "I love you Dad!" I said kissing his shoulder. He sliped his arm under my neck and kissed my forehead. "I love you too honey!" I put my head on his chest and closed my eyes listening to the strong thumping of his heart. It was a comforting sound for the days occurences and it lulled me to sleep better than a lulaby. I dreamed of my father caressing me and the two of us enjoying each other, but it turned from soft and loving to a nightmare when my Dad turned into my coach. The surroundings turned fiery and hot as I saw myself from all angles watching myself sucking on my laughing coach. I woke sitting up screaming. "What's the matter?" my father asked concerned pulling my head against his chest. "...bad dream," I explained wiping my eyes. He kissed my forehead and stroked my hair. "Would you like some cocoa," he asked me turning my chin to him. I tried to shirk away from his touch but he held me tight. "Yes please," I whispered in response. "All right you stay here and I'll be back in a few minutes." He slipped from the bed and in the little moon light I saw his bare ass until he covered himself with his robe. While he was gone I slipped my panties off and dropped them at the side of the bed. Then I spent the remaining few minutes wondering how I was going to deal with my coach. I knew that if I didn't do anything he would be continuously coming on to me. I hoped he wouldn't but there was a part of me that knew.... Dad came back carrying two mugs and quickly gave me one sitting across from me crossed-legged then he watched me drink from the cup. "Do you remember any of it?" he asked me. I shook my head. "You haven't had a dream like that for years Sandi, are you sure there isn't something wrong?" "No," I told him," nothing's wrong." "Sandi, you know you can tell me anything." "I know Dad," I replied softly before taking a sip of the cocoa. He had sprinkled cinnanom on top of the whiped cream just like I liked it. "But honest nothings wrong." "All right, just remember that I'll always be here...." "This is wonderful," I said taking another drink from my cup. "Don't change the subject Sandi!" "Dad, I know you'll always be there for me when ever I need you, just remeber I'm also here for you too." "I know Sandi, and I love you all the more for it." He hadn't even touched his cup of cocoa and I had almost finished mine. "You ready to go back to sleep?" "Yeah," I said softly giving my cup to him. "You know I think thats about the only thing you can cook good." "Thanks alot," he said warmly as he set my cup down on his nightable then quickly drained his own. When he turned back to me he had a white whip cream mustache and I couldn't help letting out a laugh. "What?" "Come here," I told him happily getting an idea I held his head and explained "you've got whip-cream all over you face, hold still." I had planned on kissing and licking it away but I stopped just short of doing it and decided to wipe his face with my fingers and suck the whipped cream off my fingers and then after I finished I gave his lips a small kiss and laughed before getting back under the covers. We cuddled a little, teased a little more, and I playfully kissed him more before we finally got back to sleep. When I woke up I had about an hour before the alarm would go off so I spent about half of it playing with the hair on his chest and simply watching him breathe. I had kissed him numerous times and even came close to touching his genitals (which I had noticed were always in a state of erection in the mornings). But it was only when I started gently sucking and nibbling on his closest nipple he woke up. Before he had a chance to say anything I surrendered his nipple and attacked his lips with a soft sensous kiss, at least until he pushed me off of him with a smile. I was feeling a lot better even enough to take him in my mouth but I knew even if I asked him to masturbate infront of me that it would endanger my chances of staying in bed with him on a nightly bases. "What was that for?" "No reason, other than I love you," I told him as he hugged me close to him. I kissed a sensitive part on his side and he stirred away from it a little. "Are you awake enough for me to ask you a question?" "You just did!" "A serious one." "I think so, what is it?" "Well you said that you didn't mind me and Melanie playing together, and you mentioned about Mom liking girls too, does that mean that seeing two women together like that, acts like a turn on for you?" "Sandi, I don't know if you should be asking things like that?" "Did it turn you on when you saw Melanie and me in your bed, I know it did last night when you caught us kissing." "Sandi, I don't want to talk about this." "Would you like to watch me and Melanie again...I mean would you want to see...." "I know what you meant Sandi." "Well, from start to finish this time, not just a little glimpse." "Sandi!" "She's coming Fiday to play and stay the night. If you want to, you can watch us or I could set our camera up in the bathroom to tape it and we can watch it together later? What do you think?" "I think we shouldn't be talking about this." "Dad, its your choice. I want you there it's all up to you whether you want to see two women together! But remember that I would like you to watch. I'll leave the door open and keep Melanie looking away from it if you come." "Sandi!" "Just say you'll think about it please!" "All right, I'll think about it ok?" "Thank you," I said smiling. "I haven't done it yet." "Well if you don't, just remember I'll always leave the door open for you, I'll also tell you when ever Melanie and I are going to play," I told him before giving his lips another peck. "So if you don't come this time there will always be others." He smiled and kissed my forehead before getting out of bed and trudging towards the bathroom. After he closed the bathroom door I ran my hand over his side of the bed feeling the warmth he'd left before sticking my head into his pillow so I could savour the wonderful scent of him mixed with his cologne. When he came out of the bathroom he was drying his hair with a towel and wearing absoulutely nothing and he looked gorgeous. "You look wonderful," I told him lying on my side supported by my elbow. "Are you still here?" he asked started as he moved quickly to his closet. The shower had washed away some of his erection from earlier but it was fighting to stay alert. "Obviously. Why don't you come back to bed for a little while longer so we can cuddle." "I can't I need to get into work early and look over the records again. I've got to find out who's doing it or there going to end up turning the blame on me some how." "They wouldn't do that," I said getting up out of bed and moving to him. "Would they?" "I wouldn't put it past whoever was smart enough to do this in the first place, and since I'm the one with the books right now, I'd be the easiest person to nail." "Then we've got to figure out who it is!" "Me not we." "I'll go in Saturday with you and we'll see what we can find out together!" "Sandi...." "Dad the least I can do is get you your coffee and answer the phones, so you can work." "Sandi, that's really sweet but you've got better things to do with Saturday!" "Like what?" "You can play with Melanie all day, alone together." "But then you won't be here to watch!" "Sandi please!" "No, Dad I want to help you the best I can, and I want to do this, please." "Sandi..." he got out before I looked at him with the face that I knew he would never say no to...other than when I asked for the impossible and love making. "Oh, all right, but you've got to stay out of my hair." "Good," I said and pulled him tight agaisnt me squeezing his cock between us and giving him a kiss on his lips. "Sandi...." From your friendly neighbourhood Hawk!!!!