Your Mom was a math wiz when we were in school. Me I can't count!" he jibes his little girl. She giggles."Daddy?" Yes Alana?" What's wrong with you an... Mommy?"Alan pauses for a moment and sighs, "Nothing is wrong with Mommy, it's just Daddy being incredibly stupid, and Mommy is making him pay for it," He says while stirring a pot on the stove."Well Mommy says you said something that hurt. Don't you like her any more?" Honey, I love your Mother with all my heart, and sometimes we adults get real. Since she didn't go to college, Weaver went and joined the work force instead. She bounced around a little from job to job at the start before finally finding one that stuck, but she could say she was happy with her current occupation. It payed well, had a flexible scheduled, and best of all was within easy driving distance from her parents' house!That aside, there's one other thing that sets Weaver apart from her friends. Namely, she's an exhibitionist. She discovered it online many years ago,. I lifted my head to look at Jane's face. She was perspiring, the slightest of sheens barely disturbing her cosmetics. And she was glowing, the pink reddish color wordlessly conveying her thanks for a job well done.Rarely do I feel any affection for the woman who allows my cock the use of her five various openings – that's counting hand jobs and tit fucks – but I always wish her to be pleasured enough so that if our paths ever crossed again, she be willing to allow my cock, and hands and tongue,. Now I had never been into women before and never thought about being intimate with one, but maybe because of the drink and the fact that someone had found me attractive enough, I just went with the flow, not knowing what was going to occur.A few more drinks later and Liz's hand started to creep higher onto my thigh as we spoke. I was trying to ignore the intrusion and carried on making conversation but my body was starting to respond with a mixture of excitement and curiosity. Liz, I think,.