" I don't understand that, Dad. Why wouldn't she be upset about that?" It's kind of complicated. Let's just say for now that she wasn't upset about it... What she was upset about was that what I was doing involved you in any way. That's what got her so cranked-up." I started it, Dad! Well, Lizzie and me. It's not like you asked us to masturbate together." I know, Honey. But Mom didn't really care how it happened. I think she was just shocked to find out you were there with Lizzie and me." Well, I. “But it’s no big deal. I’m just mainly going to support her while she’s actually doing the delivery.”“Yeah, well do a good job. You’ve got a winner for a wife there, and she deserves all of the support you can give her,” said Ronald. I had to laugh; he really was more concerned about Stacey than I was. Well, I was with her all of the time, and I knew the inside dope. He was around a lot but not twenty-four-seven. At any rate I did appreciate his support, help, interest all of it over the top. Why are they sleeping?”Mom explained and Amanda couldn't help giggling at my predicament. “Doesn't it hurt though?”“It does,” I said and Amanda climbed behind me to get a closer look. She rand her hand over my butt and traced my labia with a finger. It was very awkward, especially as she felt my children as well. Then I felt her tongue against my pussy, sliding around the didlo where it entered me. “I don't think you should do that. The glue is probably not very healthy.”“Don't you use the same. She told me as she headed to the kitchen. Something in the way she had given me that advice made me think, was it my imagination or did she refer to more than just coffee? Jan had always given me good service at the restaurant and I always assumed it was due to the more than generous tip. After all, I remembered the days when my own daughter was at college and had to work tables to help pay her bills, I hated the thought and hoped that in some way by tipping Jan well, I was helping her get.