“Stephie tells me you aren’t too bad, at least as far as Yankees go.”“I was born in California, which in my mind makes me Californian, not a Y...nkee,” I said.“They was on the wrong side in The War, Steve. That makes ‘em Yankees. But fergit all that truck for now, welcome! If you get your things, you kin put ‘em in the first room down the hall. That’s the guest room.”“Thanks.”“Hi, Steve, I’m Jason, but you can call me Red; everyone else does,” Jason said, standing up and extending his hand.I. I won’t let you change your mind once you agree. That’s not fair to anyone else in the house. You voluntary agree to six weeks of restriction to get your head straight, and I’ll give that to you,” he promised.My husband sighed in disbelief.“Will I have sex with anyone else?” I asked. I meant to ask if I would have to have sex with Justin, but I was too afraid to say what I meant.Justin laughed and answered, “Yes.”He didn’t clarify, and as I was about to ask a follow-up, I heard the familiar. Dad wanted me. He ached for my youthful flesh. My seventeen-year-old body trembled. Heat rippled through me. I wanted him, too. I ached to impale my cunt down his dick. I needed to feel his cock reaching into the depths of my pussy and fucking me hard. It would be so incredible.I reached beneath my skirt and grabbed my panties. I straightened up and slid them out from beneath my dress. Hunger gleamed in his thighs as he watched me. He was sitting there, letting me strip naked, aching for me to. It’s not surprising Mike is difficult though considering the facts, though.”“The facts?” Bryan repeated.Bryan’s mom spent the next ten minutes of dinner recounting Lucy Voles’ life story. They had got to talking one school event and Bryan’s mom learned that Mike had never known his father. When Lucy was only nineteen, she had an explosive one-night-stand with a boy on an overnight train. “The love of her life she said, which is stupid since she only spent twelve hours with him,” Bryan’s mom.