Needless to say, I couldn't talk about this to anyone, and just barelyunderstood it myself. I had a miserable childhood."When you are on the butt end ...f the social scale, there are only twoways to escape: through sports or through music. I was always too weakand too meek to be good in sports, but I did have a good musical senseand a good voice. By the time I was 15, I was earning some money for thefamily by singing and playing country music in roadhouses and bars, andsometimes even on street. John was fascinated with the intricate movements that Greg did during the kata, and they discussed the Martial Arts while they rinsed off and changed into their trunks and headed for the pool.The girls were having a good time for their part. Mandy had found a tiny suit and swimmies for Jenni and they had her in the pool with them for a little while. She really enjoyed herself but soon tired and was ready for a nap in her carrier.As soon as Jenni was asleep, Mandy jumped back into the pool to. .." Daddy started. "But I'm not a fan of wondering where you are or what time you're planning on coming home." "So sorry," I said sincerely. "I wasn't paying attention to the time. I go to school, then work... it's a lot sometimes," playing the sympathy card in my hand. Daddy softened his tone, replying, "I have never set a curfew for you. And you always get good grades, managing school and work really well. Just, please communicate more with me." Thank you," I beamed. That was easy, I. "Don't move," she said. It was an impossible command, I was wallowing in her sex, feeling her power, as I had never felt in any woman before her, aching to thrust, needing to move inside her, to feel the give of her pussy, to merge my flesh into hers, I was totally lost within her and started to pump again as I repeated, "Take your son's cock mommy, take all of it." At first I thought she was surprised by this and was going to slap me hard again, but it was her eyes closing as she prepared.