Frustrated, my voice got louder as I spun in my seat and confronted them. What the hell am I supposed to do with you? They both jumped and the daughte... buried her face in her mothers ample bosom. Anything you want. The wife responded meekly. Call me dense, but it had not yet sunk in as to what they meant by anything. So I cranked up the Caddy and pulled out on SR-19 south. I live on a small forty acre farm in the country about fifty miles south of Atlanta in a little community called Meansville. He no longer wanted it in pigtails. Margaret didn't style it for him the way Connie did. She just brushed it out every morning. "Let's weigh you and get you dressed. I have a new nightie for you. Tina bought it yesterday." Tina. God he hated the bitch. If he got the chance she would feel his wrath. "Wonderful." "It's very pretty, it has little lace insets, lace on the collar and a flounce hem. I just know you'll love it." "I can't wait to see it." He lied. Margaret got a charge out of his. We decided to go have a few drinks in our hotel lounge (it was 1978) We had 3 or 4 drinks and it doesn't take that much to get me going,there was music so we danced a bit. We went back to our table and there was another drink there for me that we didn't order. I took it and scanned the bar to see where it came from and a tall black man nodded to me and I smiled back. I told Marc and he acknowledged him as well. The music got going again and he walked to our table and asked Marc if I could dance. I love the graceful curve of a luscious figure; I love how they smell, and how they can entice you with even the slightest nod. Secondly, I love sex… Well at least I think I love sex, I mean I like women so how could I not like sex? Of course I’ve seen my fair share of porn (which I like) and I also enjoy playing with myself. But sex? Sex is totally unchartered territory. I know what feels good on me but what about the girl? Would she like it? Not to mention the stories I’ve heard, where a.