Instead I grabbed Luka'shand and ran as wide a circle as I could around her mother. My friendstarted crying and nearly fell as I dragged her behind me... I wanted tostop and just hold her until the tears were gone, but I knew Icouldn't. I glanced back and saw Mrs. Martin grab for and miss Luka'sshoulder. I also saw my foster father climbing through the window."Hold on there, hon." I turned back and saw Andrew standing in thedoorway. "I'm sure you have good intentions, but--"Without slowing down,. "Yeah. I was thinking about it. " "I forgot to tell you...the washing machine really did a number on your trunks, baby. Tore them to shreds. Your father was supposed to call someone out to look at it. I think he's coming tomorrow...maybe? Anyway, Don't worry...Momma came through for you. I went out and got you some new ones." Jessica grabbed a paper bag off the countertop beside her. She reached inside and pulled out the smallest pair of speedos, her son had ever seen. They were also the. But her grin told me she was only joking, I think. I drove home, and when I walked in the door I chuckled when I saw everybody at the table eating pancakes. Dad asked what was so funny, so I had to explain we had the same thing, the same recipe.“Pete, is that not a family secret?” Dee asked.Dad just laughed. “Oh no, his great-grandmother copied it out of an old magazine. It has been handed down now through at least four generations, but it’s not any kind of a secret. In fact, we don’t even do. My cock would be raging hard and she would bend her face down and slowly lick my lips till mymouth opened a little. Then, she would kiss me and snake her tongue into my mouth and pull my hands up to her tits so I could rub them and pinch them and make her moan in ecstasy. It wouldn't be long before she'd be reaching down to open my zipper and pull out my cock and slide it into her dripping pussy. We'd fuck with her sitting at her vanity and me standing between herlegs, thrusting hard. I loved.