Half of that’s MINE?”“Yes, baby, it is.”“Plus what Mom and Dad did for me?”“That too.”“That’s a lot.”“College, house, whatever... You’re pretty well set for life unless the world ends. Won’t be RICH rich, but if you’re halfway sensible, you won’t have to break a sweat.”“Why would I need a house? I’m stayin’ with you. They said...”“You’re thirteen. Your thoughts may change.”“You remember when we went sailing that time and got caught in that thunderstorm?”I vividly remember it. Almost couldn’t get. A moment later Bella returned from the kitchen with our wine. Putting three glasses on the end table she feigned indignation. "Well! You naughty people have started without Bella! I guess I am not so important1" I looked at her standing there, hands on her hips, a smirk on her face."Give me something to shoot and I'll take some pictures," I said. Slowly she lifted her skirt a foot above her knees. I shook my head. "You'll have to do better than that." With an overstated sigh, she raised her. "Bill went up to Rachel's room and asked Abby and Michelle to wait downstairs. When they left and closed the door Bill looked at Rachel. She smiled a big wide smile.Bill said, "I need to ask you an important question.Rachel said in her little girl voice, "If you want to question little red riding hood then she has to sit on the big bad wolf's cock while we talk."He was already hard just from her talking like that. He laid on the bed and she sat on his cock and slid all the way down where it is. “You remember me telling you about Becky, she's in my year at college. Well, we've been sort of seeing each other.”Jean could feel a familiar itch in her groin. She had wanted to hear her son talk of a girlfriend. Maybe it was a form of voyeurism, the thought of the cock that so often now slid inside her cunt, sliding in a tight teenage one.“When you say, seeing each other, do you mean fucking?” she asked, looking at the handsome youth lying beside her.“Just that, kissing and a bit of touching..