At first, she just stood over the pot, but she realized that no man who saw that was going to be fooled into thinking she was a man. She concentrated ...nd stopped pissing while she considered alternatives. With some thought, she realized that all she had to do was spread her outer pussy lips and she could shoot as fine a stream as any man. Damn, she was right! It worked! What she needed was to experiment with several techniques for holding her lips open until she found the right one. She would. Instead, she heard a rapid slapping sound. She reached her head around the door. There lying on the couch was her father. His robe was open wide and his shorts were on the floor alongside.Michelle held her breath. As she watched in wide-eyed amazement, her father had his 'thing' in his hand and he was pulling it up and down. Although she had never seen anything like this before, the youngster immediately recognized that this must be how men masturbated. He was pulling on his 'thing' frantically. However, he had to stay focused on his education and his life’s goals, so did he want to risk the challenges that a more involved relationship could entail?He gave his statement to a detective at the police station, once more side-stepping questions on why he didn’t fight rather than merely defending himself. The detective stated that upon reviewing the witness statements, Brad’s lawyer would probably seek a plea bargain with the DA’s office so he wouldn’t do any jail time, but part of that. ‘Mm mm’ my inner beast was stirring. As we sat on the porch, with mugs of strong Folgers French roast coffee, wrapped in gauzy sarongs Becky picked up my sketchpad and started to page through it. “Hey Izzie, these are really good, you have talent.” “It’s just a hobby, something to lose myself in,” I replied. “Do you ever do commissions work?” there was that twinkle back in her eye. “Well I sketched a neighbour’s cat once but that’s all. I could probably do a boat or something if you want.” .