I’m watching you.” He turned to me. “Okay, punkin,” he says. “You can watch and ask questions until Ben runs you off. Ben, if she gets on yo...r nerves...”I smiled at Dad. He’s still a good dad, even though there’s more to it now.I rolled a chair back up beside Ben so I could see the software running on his laptop – one window, and on a separate monitor, another window. One was the software driving his test set, the other the data coming from the relay.“Okay, young Padawan...”I giggled. “You’re. " These last words were drawn out. "I'd be such a hungry girl for your cock."Trying to play along, I contributed, "I'd wrap my hands in your hair and pull you roughly onto my cock. I'd feel myself swell against your eager tongue as I violated your throat." Yes," she panted breathlessly, "violate me. That's the word. You're so good with words." Then she added with desperate intent, "Wrap your fingers in my curls and violate my slutty mouth."I moaned into the phone, my orgasm nearing, forcefully. "Feel good?" "Oh, yes!" "Well this will feel even better," Fanny said taking him in her mouth. After licking and sucking the head she took him as deep as she could and held him in the back of her mouth. "Ever had a blow job before?" she said pulling off. "Yes." "Who, your girlfriend Mary?" "No, cousin Amy last year up at the lake. She sucked me off. I finger-fucked her ass and pussy. She rubbed her pussy along the under side of my dick until I shot all over my stomach. We went skinny-dipping. I like yours too." Hers had a deepness with sort of a subtle tremolo as if a higher tone somehow overlapped it. Slightly roughened, it could be cigarettes or singing. She didn't smoke.She read the note."Sweet Melinda ("If he could see me now, he'd change that adjective," she said. I disagreed.)"I'm sorry. I tried to cope. I had you to delight me. But you have her in your face and your sweet disposition. I would never forget, but your constant reminder..."No, it's not your fault. If anything you.