Dad pulled her aside to talk to her.“Tiff, if he ever mistreats you, just say the word and your brother and I’ll be back here like white on rice. ...owever, your mother and I would love to come back here for a wedding, or another grandchild.”“Daddy, if he mistreats me, I can take care of myself. There will be another grandchild in about eight months.”I asked, “What species will it be, Tiff?”I couldn’t resist!She laughed and said, “Touché little brother, your little one will have a niece or nephew. The pain was worsened daily; finally, I asked for the contact information of the masseur. The masseur's name was Carl. I called for an appointment setting one for the same day. Carl explained that he had his massage table set up in his spare bedroom where he could give a massage to people after work hours.Carl's house was found in an upscale subdivision which was part of the Country Club. All the houses looked the same, but his house was easy to find by looking for the house number on the. And although she kept her foot where it was, to the delight of Cal, she left Steph alone save for the occasional squeeze on the thigh. After the bill was settled and they all made sure they were presentable they made for the car to head back. This time Vicky made sure she got the middle seat, and once they were driving she tore into Cal’s pants and released his aching dick. Being stuck between them she was too confined to go down on him, so she limited herself to administering a hand job. So, if we are not caught, my marriage is sound and good and don't you have any plans beyond fucking. You are a good fuck mate, but not more than that."All this conversation went on about 8 feet from where I was sitting and listening. I was mad, I was in rage, and I felt insulted for Dad. Dad was working his ass off in order to make better life for us and the bitch had 'a good fuck mate'!The week after that, our history teacher with whom I should have had my last period of the day was sick, and.