He worked for Ford on the assembly line. I worked as a teacher in Toledo. We had a pretty good life there. Better than a lot of other people we knew s... there wasn't really anything to complain about. We were happy. We were having a family picnic when we got snatched. It was Labour Day. Everyone was there. For some reason the aliens took only us women and Rodney, my husband. They left behind my Dad, my son Robert, and everyone else's men folk. Of course by the time the aliens had dropped us off. I was going to call and cancel her tickets when she suggested I take Amanda, she'd never been to Vegas and it would be a nice father-daughter bonding experience.Sounded fine with me and she sent me down the hall to see if Amanda was interested.I knocked and heard her ask me in, opened the door and there she was at her computer, typing something in."Hi, Dad, what's up?" she asked as she turned toward me."Well, looks like Mom isn't going to Vegas, she wondered if you might want to go in her. And then I had a flicker of understanding regarding why these students would throw themselves at each other whenever they had the opportunity. They were casting about for a place to belong, even for just a moment. And me? Even though our every physical encounter had been at her instigation, Miranda had seemed to indicate that our relationship was bilateral. I was free to initiate sexual relations with her in accordance with my own desire. And yet I would not. I could not. Because if I didn’t. We shifted to side by side and then me on top. At that point I realized that the door was open and a couple guys were watching us and stroking in the hall. This young guy was pretty hot, but it was time to try out some other cock.Then I picked up my clothes and went outside of the booth. My new choice was a handsome man in his late forties, hanging around there despite of his wedding ring. I tried to get him to join me in an empty booth but he walked off while looking back at me. Since he went.