Slowly, between rings of the doorbell she handed out some candy to me. We had talked about a previous trip she had taken to an adult theater with he... now deceased husband. He had written an erotic short story about the episode and had described a flowered dress that she had worn without anything under it. Between the cries of “Trick or Treat” from the front door she was persuaded to model it. It looked great. The dress buttoned down the front for easy access but came to her knees.. Then I stood there trying to figure out what he meant by a show. Did he want me to dance? I couldn't juggle, what the hell did he want from me?!"He saw that I didn't know what to do and he asked, "Do you have one of those toys girls like that looks like a cock?"I turned white. I almost lied. I had a feeling that he already knew though. He had been through most of my things before we left the house this morning.I nodded my head and he sent me to get it. I went to my nightstand and dug it out of. ” "Shouldn’t and can’t are two very different terms, Mr. Tait,” and I kissed him, letting my tongue slide into his mouth. He didn’t resist. I had been blushing out of shyness. Now I felt hot all over. One of his hands went to my waist and the other went through my long, dark brown hair. Then he stood, pulling me with him and picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, sitting on top of the piano. I pulled myself away and said, “What if someone comes in?” He walked across the room and. The TAPE!I still think your daughter would be just devastated if we ever decided to play the tape in school. Just imagine the look on her face when she hears you admitting your depraved feelings for your daughter. She'd never be able to show her ugly face in public again!Please don't do it. Show some compassion, some humanity. She'd just kill herself if she were to find out.You mean she wouldn't be just the happiest teen in the world to hear the squishing sounds of her mother fisting her gaping.