We spent the day cooking and cleaning.Mother had me put on an apron so as to not mess my new skirt and weactually had a lot of fun that day. Father wa... off, who knows where?Mother seemed to know but we really didn't talk about him at all. Whilethings were baking, Mother pulled out some makeup and started workingwith me on practicing 'putting on my face' as she called it. I asked herif mine fell off and we both laughed for a while. We did some nail polishand talked again like we'd never talked. If I knew she wanted to test my resolve we might be married right now. She disappeared, and she knew where I was. Let's not rewrite history." Joe said.They both contemplated the would-a, could-a, should-a of it all and were glad it turned out as it did. If Shelley got her act together, settled down and got a job where she was happy, and even found love as a bonus, they could ALL be happy.They pulled into the entrance of the hotel and Joe left the car with the valet, giving him instructions to. He could feel the little nylon bow at thewaistband was moist with his pre-cum. He felt like a little girl and thiswas so dirty; the thought of sucking on her father made increased thecraving."Daddy, you taste so good...I love your hard cock..." Oh, honey you are so good. You are making Daddy feel soo good." Dr.Mason"I like to make you feel good, Daddy," he whispered. "Can I be yourlittle cum slut?" Yes, Amy...oh yes you are my little cum slut"Hearing this, Greg feverishly gulped at the doctor's. She caressed my body though the slipand we made love.Tonight I needed to get up to go to the toilet after we made love andGermaine insisted that I wear her slip. I was scared that Charlotte orour older daughter Maria or our sons Ben or Francis would see me.I was so stiff I found it hard to pee.On getting back to the bedroom I took off the slip and persuaded Germaineto get me out of my bra.I was happy to feel like the breadwinner again and that Germaine was thehomemaker and that this was only.