."C'mon daddy, let Brenda be that girl, that Spanish class girl. I'll blow you and fuck you just like you were dreaming about, sitting there in eighth...grade, watching her, with that big boner."They were high, slamming it into me, and I was high, too, and that was just the kind of fucking I was craving. I was so wet now, it was no problem for me to get off one dick and climb on another.Ida had talked to me quite a bit about the technique of double fucking, double penetration, or whatever you. She pushed some of the lovely moistness even lower, slipping a finger between her lovely soft cheeks into her anus.But she knew that wouldn't do tonight. She stopped and got up and glanced at the clock. They wouldn't be back for hours, she realized. And she grinned lustfully.She went up the stairs, to her parents bedroom and went straight for her mothers bedside table. She opened the drawer and there, behind her mother's underwear, she found her mothers long pinkish hued vibrator. She took it. I couldn’t help it, I moaned a little bit. God how I wanted him. He kissed my ear and I almost went ballistic. ‘Are you OK?’ he asked. I started to cry, I just couldn’t help it. ‘What is wrong dear girl.’ I sat up and threw the covers off and tried to get up. He held me tight. ‘What is wrong girl. Talk to me.’ ‘I can’t stand the way you feel against my back.’ ‘I am sorry, I couldn’t help it. You just feel so good in my arms. I’m sorry. I won’t touch you again.’ ‘No, I love the way you feel. No. " and "I thought I told you how to do the dishes!" That's like the difference between black and white. She didn't like the way I did them, even though I followed her instructions, TO - THE - LETTER!I received a second set of demands for the dishes, completely different from the first set, which, by the way, induced a case of Montezuma's Revenge like you wouldn't believe.Tuesday is Momday. Her mother drags her off shopping, kicking and screaming, "I don't wanna go!", yeah, like THAT's ever going.