"'Step-Daddy's lemonade - Please do not touch', she read the card aloud. 'Great, I don't think the old man would his own lemonade.' she said. She grabbed the pitcher and held the whole thing up to her full, pouty lips, and drank deeply of the spiked liquid. Step-Daddy watched his swig down the lemonade, appreciating the way her little perky titties stood out in her tight cheerleading sweater..."