”Debbie planted her hands over her eyes but her fingers were wide open and I could see she was looking straight through them.She stepped towards me....��I’ve never seen a man on the seat before, not like this anyway,” she said.“No, probably not,” I replied as my hands fell between my thighs in an attempt to push my hardening cock downwards into the bowl.“Let me help you, shall I. I know men of your age have difficulty,” she said in a condescending tone.I was about to tell her to fuck off and leave. Then in a very soft voice he said. "Take every inch ofyour clothes off of you."I said. "Oh no daddy. I will be very embarrassed." I don't care," he said "just do as I say."So I started to remove my blouse, one button at atime, and let it slide to the floor. "Pants next." hesaid. So down came the zipper on my pants, I squeezedout of them and they fell to the floor. There I wasstanding in front of him with just my panties and braon watching him stare at me."I said strip down girl, that means your. “Debbie?” he asks tentatively.“Yes,” the woman says. “I probably look a little different with the haircut and all.”“Just a little bit,” he agrees. “Listen, I...”She puts her finger to his lips to stop him. “Don’t worry about it,” she says. “I was the one that decided to quit. You didn’t fire me or force me out.”“Why did you then?” he asks when she removes her finger.“May I sit with you?” she asks instead.“Oh, shit yeah,” Alan gasps, getting up from his seat to pull hers out.“Thank you,” she. The last time was a week before their oldest child, Micheal, was born. It was now two children later. It was back up to the room after dinner where they watched a pay-per-view movie that both had wanted to see but one they couldn't take the children to.They had laid on the bed, side by side, just like they did at home every night during Leno. They didn't speak. When the last guest had come out, Jack rolled onto his side facing her and laid his hand on his wife's belly and started rubbing..