You were blessed with good genetics, Chelle. The rest of us, the divorced mommies of the world have to make due with the generosity of our rich ex-hus...ands.” She grinned that freckled, blue eyed grin and then backed away from Chelle, settling a fair distance away to give the brunette some space. Chelle took a drink to calm her pounding heart and tried to think more appropriate thoughts as she settled back in her seat. As she shifted though, an urgent and pleasant sensation touched her between. That would give Rani and me at least 8 hours, more then enough time.As it was a college day, my parents did not ask us to come and so we escaped having to make excuses to them.I told Kamran that he was invited for lunch at my house next day. I didn't tell him that my parents would not be there. Surprise was the main charm of the plan.As planned, my parents left next morning by bus and I went to college while Rani stayed home to prepare things.After I got home, I quickly showered and changed. "What's the matter? Can't find it without a microscope? Or you just can't get it up without thinking about how much you wish she was a guy?" Alan looked up scowling. "Fuck off douche-bag!" Frank grinned wolfishly. "Hey don't sweat it little bro. I'm sure she'll understand when you tell her you're a homo." "I said fuck off!" Still grinning, Frank ruffled Alan's hair. Alan felt his cheeks burning. Frank's eyes gleamed with casual hate. "Later sis," he muttered before heading out of the room. Alan. “So who is this fucking babysitter?” I asked. “Language,” she shot back. “She's Claires daughter.” she told me. “Claire has a daughter?” my wife then turned and looked at me, “For about twenty years now. You really need to learn the art of conversation, people say things and you listen. Then you say things and they listen.” “I listen to you, if I listened to anybody else there wouldn't be room in my head for work.” I told her. I'd been married for seven years, but I've been with my wife for.