“Suck it, Dot”, “Roll over, Dot”, “Sweet Jesus I’m cumming, Dot”, “I’m sorry, Dot”, “Did you cum, Dot?”, “Can I cum on your ...ace, Dot?” “Your pussy's so fuckin' wet, Dot”, “Can I fuck your ass, Dot?” Oh well, you get the point. I knew more about sex than any teacher in school did. I always took consolation in the fact that none of them would ever become my new “daddy.” Dot let me know at an early age they were just friends and wouldn’t be staying around long. However every Thursday and Friday. She looked at mom with a mischievous smile and answered, “could be”.We put her bags in the truck and began the 1-1/2 hour trip back to the farm. Mom drove, and Becky and I got caught up with what was new in our lives. I found out she had had a couple of boyfriends of which the last one broke up with her three weeks ago. That had sealed her decision to come back to the farm this summer.I asked again if she was planning on a longer stay. She gave me a sly look and let me know her mother still. Rich he knew meant having money, but Tommy had always wondered what sexy meant but had been afraid to ask. Tommy stood there not saying a word. He will find out I am not my Mommy. The man who had always ignored him before took her in his arms and kissed her. It felt wonderful and Tommy found herself kissing him back! This was what her body had wanted after the massage and boy did it want it. Tommy felt herself trembling with desire and instinctively rubbed herself against Tony."Oh, Heather!. She doesn't look like the kind of girl who minds. No, I take that back. She does look like the kind of girl, at least on the outside. But I know, from getting to know her, how much of a tomboy she is, so I'm guessing she won't mind. “Oh, I have plenty, I always order too much,” she says, as she sits where I've cleared room for her. “I even have some beer, but don't tell the boss. He might not like that.” “Naughty girl. I won't tell him, if you don't. Beer is always good with Chinese, so how can.