Or at least I used to be. I got married to Sherman Potter and kept the name after we divorced.’ ‘Wow. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.’ Pete ...tumbled and hurriedly continued talking. ‘I mean about not recognizing you. Not the divorce. I’m sorry. I know how that must have hurt. I think you were still in Jr. High School when I left home. You’re what, 37 or 38 now?’ Becky laughed and laid her hand gently on Pete’s forearm. She smiled once again and said, ‘Boy you’re a smooth tongued devil aren’t. . Sinful? Well yes; but it keeps him in hand. Now you need to get Guy under simlar control Margot. You do want him again I take it?” Her question embarrassed me. I visualised Guy on my bed and blushed. “Well yes.” I declared, but Iris what if he thinks he can ... Iris’s hand came round my shoulder saying, “ Don’t fret Margot. I’ll take Guy aside after dinner and gently explain to him how he can get back into your good books again; about the natural lust of boys and self discipline.” Her hand. “Daddy, I had an accident.” He was furious. He made us wait until everyone had left the theatre before we finally got up to leave. The walk home was an awful one. I had let him down. When we were finally through the front door, he told me to take off my dirty panties, put them in the wash, and then come straight to his bedroom for my punishment. I did as I was told. Once in his room, I shut the door behind me, my head down, and walked over to where he sat on his bed, and lay down across daddy’s. " Clyda's massive cock was now sticking straight out and grazed Jordan's belly. It bobbed slightly to the beat of her heart. Clear fluid began to drip from Clyda's cock in long, sticky strands. Jordan reached out a hand and collected a large dollop of Clyda's precum. Jordan eagerly tasted Clyda's juices, and rolled it on her tongue, savoring the rich sexual flavor of it. "You taste absolutely incredible, Clyda," said Jordan. "Glad you like it love," giggled Clyda. "But you're going to get.