"She keeps asking for something called an allowance. I told her that I am not familiar with the term. Never heard it once when we were growing up." Ri...ht," Kate said, and shifted her attention to Erica. "Don't you believe a word of that baloney. This one wouldn't pick up the lawnmower or bring out the trash without some payout." She rubbed her thumb and forefinger in the classical gesture for baksheesh."Really?" Erica said. "I never get paid for taking out the trash." That's because you're not. Besides, she knew Tom. He'd never do that with Carly. He was entirely too prudish for that. She just knew it.So Tom resisted, and events conspired to support Beth's belief in a man who had changed much since she had married him. She forgot how much she had changed him herself.It was a month, in fact, before it happened again. And it happened in exactly the same way. Carly came and climbed into bed with her parents one Saturday morning. She set her alarm, in fact, to wake up early, just so she. .After he spread the lotion where the sun could catch, he told her to turn around, for a moment she thought of just turning around and kissing this stranger with his perfect hands and kissable lips, stare into his eyes and telling him to fuck her right there on her beach towel in the sun... but the shyness took over, she turned around and by doing that, she took a glimps at his cock... oh my god, it was bulging at his trousers and begging to be released in order to explore her waiting, by now,. "What took you so long?" Mom demanded when I picked up the phone."You scared us half to death!" I answered quickly and then asked. "Do you always have to call at the scary parts?"Mom sighed. "What is it with you and horror movies? I hope you and the girls don't plan to spend all night watching them." No Mom. We're watching them now to get them out of the way. So what's up?" I asked brightly.That must have thrown her because she said, "Huh? Oh! I'm heading home now and I wanted to know if you.