Me: are you sure?Di: 100%… Only oral… so we will not have any kind of guilt…I think she was bolder because of the beer. There was an awkward sil...nce between us. Then she raised her eye brows and asked what I was thinking. And I said thinking of how to start. She was sitting in the corner of the couch. One leg on the couch and the other on the ground. Her lungi was covering her legs. She slowly pulled it upwards little above her knees. Then she asked “is this enough for you to start?” I went a. She took the brunt of Estelle’s frustration and let it wash over her. She pulled you out of your passive flight mode and more or less forced you to take a more active role in the power dynamic of the family. She also taught you how to be a pro-active father for herself and for Bonnie rather than a passive father. Both the girls think you are now a great father, by the way.”“Jen forced me?” I asked.“Yes, you were being too passive as a parent when she was younger, and she didn’t allow you to get. She always wore black or white thigh-highs, and a see through lace trimmed nighty! Mimi was 5'3, had short gray hair, light brown eyes; and for a woman of her years, she barely had any wrinkles. She took good care of herself and had great fucking legs!! (My God!! Great Legs!!)One morning I left school and walked to Mimi's apartment. When I arrived she opened the door wearing a light, yellow, silk nightie trimmed with black lace! She was also wearing my favorite thing... Mimi was wearing black. Take care.”“You too.”I retrieved Joanie, who really had stayed dressed in her cum-soaked sweater… perhaps to coordinate with her equally cum-filled panties, I don’t know. Women’s fashion eludes me.In any event, ten minutes later we were slowly entering the snow- and ice-covered freeway from the entrance ramp. Traffic was nearly non-existent, most people being far more intelligent than I, and anything above thirty miles per hour threatened to break the tires’ tenuous grip on the road, so we.