I wondered briefly if I had forgotten to tell them I was coming, but recalled the telegram I had sent from Omaha. ‘Roddy … oh god … Roddy,’ sh... cried, rushing toward me, arms outstretched. ‘Hi Mom,’ I said softly into her head as we embraced. I looked up and saw my father moving slowly toward me. He looked so much older than I remembered him. He had lost weight, his face drawn and pale where once it was full and ruddy. I held onto my mother and my arm extended to take the offered hand of my. Just like a man leads a woman around the waltz floor.We were in tune and she was humming. I started licking her from the bottom to the top. When I would hit her little nub, she would literally jump up off the bed. The more I hit the nub the louder and tighter she pulled my head to her. Finally she hollered, “Oh my God here I cum.” She was grinding my face into her pussy one moment and the next instant; she was pushing me away from her. I heard her say, “Nuff, Nuff.” Which I knew was her way of. ?Yes, I am aware of that.? I blushed and continued walking wanting to get it over with. ?Why are you in your underwear with all these people around.? I heard a whistle from the back of the room. I wanted to turn around but the voices told me not to. It was better to not know who I turn on. I searched my brain for an answer. ?Because I live here too and I like being in my underwear. If Brian or Lucas has a problem with it, they can talk to my parents about it. Maybe they. "He said you're bony, knock-kneed, dumber that rocks, and he was going to fire you three days ago. He told me right in Mistress Desiree's office that he was going to put you out on the streets so you could maybe make nickels whoring yourself out to people's dogs." Fuck!" Dianna sputtered and went into a coughing spiff as the wine went down the wrong throat. "That meanie." She began to cry. Henry had actually seemed nice, but now he was a big meanie just like all the rest. "Meanie, fucking, mean.