The smell of freshly brewed coffee and the vanilla essential oil we keep heating in the bedroom filled the air. The soft whir of the ceiling fan, a fe... outspoken birds, and daddy's soft snoring were the only sounds. I carefully peeled back the blanket and the sheet Daddy was laying under and stopped dead and waited until he stopped moving again. Daddy never wore clothes to bed, and I took advantage of that fact and shut my mouth over his soft cock.Daddy didn't even move.I started using my. I didn’t even realize that I had been sitting there watching her. I quickly recovered and replied, ‘Just enjoying the show. Damn, girl, you might as well be naked.’ ‘Well,’ she smiled back, ‘keep the boat in the sun and maybe I will get naked for you.’ ‘Your wish is my command, my lady. Sun you want, and sun you shall have,’ I told her. She stretched out on her towel, and I attempted to go back to fishing. As promised, about 20 minutes later, she sat up, looked around at the little secluded. Monday came and off I went to another school year. Surprisingly, very few of my church friends were walking with me to the high school and one, Brenda Adams, who was, stopped me and asked, "Your folks, they didn't object to the Program and your participating in it?" What Program," I asked her, not remembering the principal's and Nurse Kramer's little speech during the end of school assembly."Well, it was mentioned before school let out, remember," Brenda told me. I nodded and I vaguely did. That's where I lose respect for you."She didn't like that one much either. "I wish I could answer that as well. Some of it must be Susan's influence..." You can't blame Susan for all of it. You wrote me that dreadful letter. It was your signature on the bottom, not Susan's."She frowned and sipped her drink. Then she wiped her eyes, "I don't blame Susan for all of it. And that letter was one of the inexplicable things in whatever Susan was playing at. Looking back, I can see some of the things.