I don't think she'll ever get over it. It kind of bothers me. Her total life is school and family. I know she doesn't date. A number of men have asked...her out and she just tells them no thank you." Mom also cut it off with her best friend Dixie. She didn't tell me the whole story about why but I know it had something to do with her old boy friend and you, dad. Would you care to enlighten me?" she laughed."Anyway, dad, what do you want mom to make?" she asked."How about a pork roast."...Dot. Her fingers felt her way around the rounds of his backside, slowly coming back to the front of him seeking his balls. Her fingertips softly feeling his balls, checking out their size.Her fingers were moving upwards towards his dick, tracing around the base of his shaft. Barry was rapturous with anticipation of what was coming. His eyes were locked on Angela’s face, trying to anticipate her next move on him.Her hands moved outwards and caught his waist and she hoisted herself upwards, making. “The hood one is a real emerald from my girlfriend.”“Girlfriend?”“Yes. I’m bi, dad.”“For fuck's sake Amy, don’t tell your mother. They’ll be hearing her screeching in Australia.”She laughed before leaning over and kissing my cheek. “That’s what I like about you dad, you’re not judgmental at all.”“No point is there? People are what they are,” I responded, my mind fixated on her mound.“You can touch me if you want to, dad.”I shook my head in sheer panic but she reached down, took hold of my hand. He set his work things down, and shrugged off his suit jacket and loosened his tie as he walked up the stairs to Carla’s room. It was there he found her laying on her bed, asleep. John closed her door and went to clean up. He returned to her room an hour or so later and found her still asleep. “Carla. Carla! Wake up, you have homework, and chores to do.” When she didn’t wake we shook her. He picked up her head and saw the alcohol bottle under her pillow. Drunk and passed out, charming. John was.