Show me what Daddy does when he's playing with it. Does it hurt him?" No, no, no, my girl. Doesn't hurt him. Now you've got to understand, I'm only a ...rusty old businessman." I pointed to my dick. "But you can see how excited you've made me. What he does is very like what you've been doing for me."She looked down at my cock again. My, just the feel of those marvelling blue eyes made it grow more than a tad harder. "If you don't mind my saying so, Cynthia, you're doing it very beautifully." She. "Out!"As she left smiling she said, "I'll listen for the door."As Trisha stepped into the shower she reminded herself that this "date" had come about because Trisha had asked Michael out. She had watched him cocoon himself after the divorce and decided it was time for him to get on with his life and she was determined to be the woman who helped him do that. She knew that she wanted to see him away from work so she could explore the feelings for him that had been growing since Paul's death.. I let out a sigh before continuing tomutter. "I'll bet this is what Vanessa is wearing today too."My ruminations were ended by the shrill cry of my Mother again."Jonathan David Bell get down here!!!" Taking a deep breath I walkedback into my room and gathered my book bag and a small purse I assumedwas mine before heading downstairs.Entering the kitchen, I was almost comforted by the sight of my Motherand Father going about their usual Morning routine. Dad, a slightlychubby forklift operator. She sat down and crossed her legs as well, she told me her name was Debbie, and that she was single right now. I ordered her a drink and we talked for at least an hour about all sorts of things. She leaned in close to me several times and I anticipated a kiss but it didnt happen. Her lips were full and luscious and I found myself thinking about how they would feel on mine. Would you like to go to the backroom, she asked me. Whats back there, I asked. She smiled took my hand and we headed to a.