“Do you have a crush?” I asked.“What on my own daughter? No,” John replied.“I'm just asking. I mean would you have sex with her if you could...” I asked.“No, of course not, I'm with you Callie, not her or anyone else,” John replied.“OK sweetheart. I was just wondering honestly,” I said.Then we cuddled in silence for a few more minutes.“Well sense we are just wondering certain things about each other, if you could have sex with your mom, would you do it?” John asked.Truth be told, I wasn't sure. She was short with big round eyes, pouty lips, and olive colored skin. She fell under the classification of exotic beauty, but I think that she wished she was Jenny. And then there’s me, Casey. I’ve got freckles and big tits. I’m sure that’s what the guys always say behind my back, so I’ll just be up front about it.Anyway, at about 3:30 in the morning the tequila was gone and Rene was already passed out in my bed. Jenny had gone downstairs to hail a cab, but the stairs had proved a little too. I stripped down to my underwear and tried to mentally bring my boner down by thinking of math problems. It didn't work, as I soon found out from the giggles of ninth grade girls around me.They were to be the least of my worries and embarrassment. I proceeded with my tasks but before I had a chance to sip water from the second fountain, I felt the soft skin of a female hand on my shoulder. Her long nails proceeded to dig into my skin and the pressure of her arm forced my head closer to the. I wanted to grab a hold of it and massage a big load outof my aching nuts but I didn’t dare move.I lay there frozen trying to figure out through the beerfog, which of the girls we met at the party was in thebed with him. Was it one of the two freshman blondes weintroduce ourselves to after watching them slow dancetogether, bumping and grinding their tight bodies againsteach other.We found out they were twin sisters and locals. Mark andI thought we were making progress when a cell call.