While shaking off the cold chill I tucked the blanket under my arm and playfully skipped in the direction of the large rocks that lied below the abutm...nt. Focusing on flirting and not breaking eye contact with him I tripped on the rocks which lead to him bend with laughter and call me a loser before beginning to follow my lead up the incline. Filling the gap between us in just a few strides we continued our climb a few more feet before I set the blanket down for us. He squatted to watch the. You most probably wondering why my daughter calls her mom a bitch well that because my wife has been living with my son and sleeping with him (as in sex) and this started when my son turn 13 years old, my started having wet dreams about his mother and I know this because he told me and every time he saw his mom he got a boner but what he don’t know until it happen my wife got wet from him all the time when she saw his boner and one day my wife ask me if I don’t mind if she help are out with his. Do stuff with him.” she confided in me. “Honey, that’s terrible! He shouldn’t be pressuring you into doing anything you don’t want to do.” “Mom, we’ve talked about this before. It’s not that I don’t want to... or that I haven’t done some of those things before, it’s just that... well, he’s... he’s too big.” She said, embarrassed. “Too big? What do you... Oh! Oh my gosh!” I yelled. “Mom!” she screamed, laughing a little bit, but mostly mortified that she was discussing this with me. To be. She had on a thigh-length t-shirt, light gray in color, which rode up high on her extremely long and slender legs, as she reached above her head to try and remove the light cover.“Do you need some help?” I casually asked from the hallway as I looked in her direction.I could tell that my pronouncement startled her, so I quickly apologized.She looked in my direction and replied, “Yes.” I stepped in past the box that was holding the door open and introduced myself as she stepped down from the.