She continued to probe and I gave in and told her the problem, I told all about my hair trigger. Mom said that I need practice. I asked mom if she had...been with other guys and how were they. Mom looked a little uneasy and I told her we were being open and all this was just between us. Mom then surprised me by saying that she had been with about thirty guys before she met my dad, wow I thought to myself. My mom was no beauty queen and figured maybe two guys. Then mom went on to say that maybe. "I'm telling you, you can do anything you think is necessary to make it up to her, anything you want as long as she is okay with it too," he smiled at me. I put my beer down and looked at him."Mark your daughter just about jumped me in the car just now, what if she wants something more?" I queried carefully."Well... like I said it's up to you. I trust you, and I'd rather she learns from an experienced adult rather than some punk ass kid or a pervert manager," he smirked. He nodded his head in. According to his papers he had successfully spliced the genes of a creeping vine and some other plants with those of a domestic animals and had altered the metabolic makeup of some common garden gastropods (slugs). The papers described his methods which I couldn't understand at all but the results of his experiments were both fascinating and frightening. To give you an example from his writings and the kind of results he was getting, he wrote.'At last the vine is now feeding on animal secretion. You go to sit down and catch melooking at your hot ass as you walk to sit down. You smile and then turnand sit. We talk about small stuff as we sip some wine and then you slowlycross you legs. As you do I catch a peek of your lace panties, garterstraps and the tops of your stockings. You smile when you see the lust inmy eyes as I try to remain calm. I come over and sit next to you on thecouch and you turn to talk to me. As we talk I put my hand on your leg andyou touch my hand. I slowly start.