There was a knock at the door. I stumbled into my shorts. I slung the door open, "It's Saturday asshole." I know its Saturday, Son."My mouth dropped i... surprise. My morning wood wilted in shock. I gawked at Dad like a k** that had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Can I come in?" Yeah sure," I stammered stepping aside. Dad strode into the apartment purposeful.Mother had put on a short terry-cloth robe. She met Dad in the living room and stood on her tip-toes to kiss him. He. She wanted too but knew it would break the spell of the moment. She still wasn't sure how she came to be in this position. She knew there wasn't any logic to it. But her lover wanted it and she could not bring herself to refuse the request. A part of her had screamed "NO!" but her ears had heard her voice say simply "Of course you may." Now she laid back and prepared to lose the hairs that had been with her all these many years.She remembered back to her childhood, when as a girl of twelve she. . He looked so weak, as he lied unconscious a sopping wet on my bed. But he did have an impressive body with a defined chest and waist, and a far better organ than I any I saw last night. I went to get towels from the bathroom, but when I returned he was awake again. There was an awkward pause, disturbed only by thunder until I said:“Erm, these are for you...” he took the towels slowly, eyeing me all over“Am I in heaven?” he asked. I thought he was delirious“No... You’re in. I walked to the door and took the knob in my hand. Just a moment's hesitation, a deep breath, and I jumped in headfirst.I pulled the door open, feet wide apart, one hand on my hip, a big smile on my face. The delivery guy had a look on his face that was priceless. ”About time,” I joked, ”I'm hungry.” He looked up at my face and my smile melted.”Karen?” his voice choked.”Joe,” I squeaked.Joe Howell was an assistant varsity football coach at our school. His eyes nearly popping out of his head, he.