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At that point, a waiter thankfully arrived, pad in hand. As he asked if we were ready, I glanced at the women at our table and all three looked as if they wanted to put him down as their main course. I was ravenous, but Stacy said, “Give a few more minutes. Our friend here just arrived.”“Oh, my God. My world even for a salad,” I said, but Stacy shushed me.“Dad, I think I speak for all of the women here when I asked you to whip our your new Master PC computer and add six, no eight, inches to our gentlemen’s cock so that we might be better satisfied when we gang rape him.”“Hear, hear,” Nicky said. Liz just saluted Stacy with her glass of water.Even though this was far too public a place for it, I pulled out my iPhone that had the new app that Chuck had designed on it for complete control of someone far away from the source computer.As I began tapping the way-too-small keys, Stacy looked over my shoulder, her new Alyssa boobs brushing pleasantly against my arm.“Eight inches,” she. My body was dead still, only my eyes moving in sync with the graceful motion of Beth’s foot. I was fit to burst at the groin when she used her big toe to scratch her calf. A low guttural groan escaped my throat, drawing my daughter’s attention. “Oh, Dad, stop ogling Beth’s feet,” Christine moaned. “I’m not ogling her feet, you cheeky bugger. You always say that when Beth comes round. I’m starting to suspect you of having some sort of foot fetish, young lady, keep going on about Beth’s feet.” Christine snorted with derision and looked at me incredulous. Beth smiled, then reached down into her handbag and pulled out a tub of lotion. Out of Christine’s sight, Beth peered at me from the corner of her eye and winked seductively. Removing the lid from the tub, she grinned knowingly at me before scooping a blob of lotion onto her finger. She lifted her foot off the coffee table and bent her leg at the knee, perching her left foot upon her right thigh. My eyes bulged and my lips drew.
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