It was irrelevant, though, because she turned the water off pretty quickly. When I was done draining my tank, I grabbed the ibuprofen out of the medic...ne cabinet, popped the pills into my mouth, and bent over to drink directly from the faucet to wash them down. I stood up and the view in the mirror was enough to instantly tent my boxers. Mom had opened the curtain and was squeezing water out of her hair. She wasn't looking at me as she concentrated, but I sure as heck was looking at her. Water. He also took off all his clothes. “You like it?” I asked, touching my pussy. “Let me take a better look,” he said, and he made me sit down in the couch. Mr. Robinson went to his knees, and he spread my legs. I felt his tongue on my pussy. I was playing with my boobs, and caressing his hair. “Hmm… you are so good,” I moaned when he moved his tongue all over my wet pussy. Mr. Robinson was really good in eating pussy, and he made me moan loud in pleasure. I was feeling so good to see a big. Now, is your homework completed? You will find your social life severely limited if your grades slip!”“Brent and I finished our homework, last night, before ... before Daddy got home.”I rose, drained the lizard (which, helpfully, reduced my tumescence. Not exactly the statement I wanted to make, while lecturing my teen daughter about her own reproductive choices, no sir!), and headed downstairs.I detoured to the coffeepot, which My Sainted Wife had already cycled. Hot coffee prepared, I was on. She left the bathroom with a new sense of purpose and confidence.Pausing only to grab some ill-fitting clothes, she walked down thestairs. Louise was reading a newspaper and watching television in thedining room; she'd taken off to look after Mark while Mr. Davies wasat work. "Morning, Mrs. Davies." She grabbed a bowl and a spoon andpoured herself some cereal.At a loss for words, Louise stood there in silent for a moment."I..." she began. "Well, you seem to be feeling a lot better.