"That sounds great, dad," I reply, because I love my father, and I want him to think that I care about his decisions.We look to my brother, who is cur...ently skewering a pancake. My brother looks up, a somnambulist shaken from sleep. "Yes, dad." But, it is too late. It is clear he is not paying attention and my father clams up, suddenly aware of my brother's (and possibly my) boredom.My father is glad that we clear the plates for him, and he goes to his room to rest. Today is a PD day, and so we. C and then Denice asked Mrs. C why she was called MRs. instead of Miss or Ms. Mrs. C said she had been married for a few years after college but she didn't like being used as a punching bag and that her partner had been the one to talk her through that rough patch of her life and one thing led to another and they ended up living together. She kept the Mrs. title because it led to less questions about her personal life. That many teachers still thought she was married and she didn't bother to. Every time Beth would rise, Adam could see the gleaming black cock coated with his wife’s pussy juices. Then it happened, the flood gates opened and Beth was squirting. She covered Randy’s pants again with her juices soaking the couch. His wife was screaming as her body shook, her legs spasmed and her head flew into Randy’s chest. Beth’s hands were pulling at his ass trying to get more cock into her.Adam watched his wife fuck his friend for over fifteen minutes when he heard Randy announce,. I was happy and went about gettingthe house in order. Picking up their coats and shoes and I noticedMr. Karl had a smudge on his shoe and I instinctively went and gotout the polish and polished his shoes on my knees.I paused and stared into the mirror each time I passed one. I likedthe way I looked and I loved the way the dress and petticoat felt.Why couldn't I wear this one all the time I thought? Soon it was timeto prepare breakfast and I did as instructed. I was happy and went tothe door.