You hand Sarah your daughter's white mini skirt. She looks at the small ring of pleated cloth with contempt but puts it on anyway. It barely covers her buttocks. Both of you go back to the living room, Sarah's braless titties rubbing under the pink top making her nipples harden. You can see them right through the top. You ask her if she would like something to drink again.
She says yes. You go and get her another glass of wine and drop two of your wife's sleeping pills in it. You look in the cabinet for some Viagra and you take one also.
You bring the wine back to Sarah and she downs it.
As you start to watch television, she slowly closes her eyes and her head leans on your shoulder as her breast grazes your arm. |