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walking around the couch
and sitting next to her so he could see her face.

 
    “You
okay?” he asked softly, pulling back the tendrils of hair slipping forward
across her cheek.

 
    “I
think so? I don’t know. Am I all here?”

 
    Brad
laughed. “Well, you’re certainly good for my ego.”

 
    Jillian
managed a weak grin.

 
    “Come
on, sweetie. That’s going to get very uncomfortable soon.”

 
    He
coaxed her over the back of the couch and gathered her into his arms. Her legs
folded under and she fit in his embrace perfectly. Even though it felt like it
would be a million years before his cock could possibly stir again, he still
gathered her breasts in his hands and played with her pretty pink nipples. They
were still peaked and erect with arousal.

 
    “These
would look so perfect pierced,” he said absently, fondling them between his
fingers.

 
    “Wouldn’t
that hurt?”

 
    “Quite
a bit, from what I understand.”

 
    Jillian
thought about that for a moment. “But you’d want me to do it?”

 
    Before
Brad answered, he adjusted her position on his lap. He moved her legs out from
under her and spread them so they dangled on either side of his. Then, he
teasingly started toying with her pussy, barely tickling her sensitive clit.

 
    Jillian
let out a soft whimpering moan, widening her thighs a bit.

 
    Faster
than she had have ever thought possible, he had her already wanting him to fuck
her again even though she felt like she’d hardly recovered from the last time.
Then he pinched her nipple, pulling it hard with aggression. It hurt, yet she
felt an answering tug inside her core, multiplying how much she was loving his
fingers slipping through her slick folds.

 
    “Yeah,”
Brad said, his voice all smile, “I think you could handle it.”

 
    Their
playful banter was brought to a screeching halt as Jillian stared out of the
living room window behind Brad. Her mouth was locked open in a perfect mix of
terror and shock.

 
    “What
is it?” Brad asked and quickly spun around to look behind him.

 
    Michael
had come back home and he had already parked the car in the driveway and was
making his way up to the garage.

 
    “Oh
shit.” They said in near unison.

 
    In
a panic and without giving it much thought, Jillian scrambled off the couch and
ran towards the small bathroom just off of the living room. She wanted nothing
more than to get away from Brad. In retrospect she knew it would look stranger
to her father if he saw her darting around the house for no apparent reason. Brad
and her sitting in the living room wasn’t odd at all. But in her panicked state
to keep their secret—a secret—she couldn’t think of anything better to do than
run from the situation.

 
    She
glanced behind her during her mad dash to see Brad nearly skipping back towards
the mud room. The garage door opened from the kitchen just as she was stepping
into the bathroom and closing the door in a sigh of relief. It was a small
bathroom with just a toilet and sink. She drew in a deep breath as she plopped
onto the lid of the toilet. Instantly she was met with cold ceramic on her ass
cheeks that were still a little warm from sex. She glanced down and her mouth
dropped even wider than before in more shock and horror.

 
    She
hadn’t put her bikini bottoms back on.   

 
    “Oh
fuck…”

 
    Jillian’s
eyes raced around the tiny bathroom for something to cover herself up with. Her
only options were toilet paper or a small hand towel barely big enough to cover
up a nipple. She imagined her father walking into the living room and seeing her
bottoms just lying there on the floor. It would be a clue of what they had
done. Obviously she knew her dad wouldn’t think that happened. Regardless, now she was half naked and without an
inkling of a story to explain why. She had to get them back.

 
    The
bathroom door gave a tiny squeak as she inched it open and peered out into