Can you forgive me, Aurry... can you forgive your mother?"He swallowed thickly and looked up at her; in the dim light, she looked much younger than he... thirty-eight years, and he was taken with her seeming beauty. "If... if you can forgive me... for what happened with Glenda..." he replied stiffly."Oh, Aurry!" She cried and held him to her, "There's nothing to forgive!"Again, he kissed her and as their mouths met, he lay back with her as her hand continued playing with his aching prick. Slowly,. .. d ... did what he said. It seemed like it went on forever, but I guess it wasn't very long before he said he was cumming, and I better not lose a drop. I didn't know what he meant at first but then I felt something squirt into my mouth. I almost choked on it but was finally able to swallow it. He squirted three or four times and then pulled out of my mouth. I swallowed the last of the stuff, and then he made me lick him clean. It made me sick, and I almost threw up. I was crying and begging. She told me that she never wore shoes inside because she liked the feeling of stocking feet on carpeting. She said it made her feel sexy.I commented that her husband was a lucky man to have a wife who always was in her stocking feet. She said that regrettably her husband had absolutely no interest in her feet. As she could tell from the bulge in my pants, I had more than a passing interest in her nylon clad feet. One thing led to another and pretty soon we were next to each other on the couch.. Not!’ ‘You will, Harriet.’ We both heard the ‘or else’ dangle at the end of that sentence and both knew he didn’t have it in him. Poor Daddy. He never had to develop an inner disciplinarian – there was no need – and now it was too late. After seventeen years of cajoling me to eat enough to stay alive, he now had a strong-willed, independent woman on his hands. O brave new world! Just then – a shot in the dark. Well, a knock at the front door, but it might as well have been a bullet for all the.