“It is? I could have sworn there was a sexy girl with me every night. Must have dreamed her -- not the first expedition where I had wet dreams about...her.”“I was in bed with you,” said Sylvia. “I typed for you. You were alone in gathering the information.”“Not even that’s totally true. You’re an anthropologist’s dream, and this time I don’t mean wet dream.”“Well, you’ll have to do without me next trip. Should have thought of this when we were discussing my going off the pill.”They had spoken. Then she whispered a thanks in his ear, sitting up and watching the movie as if nothing happened. Rick was spent and fell asleep. But he awoke later that night to a weird, wet noise. He awoke to find Lysha giving a blowjob to his sleeping dad as he sat in his chair! Her wavy black curls bounced as she noisily slurped, sounding as if she was inhaling the entirety of his dad's crotch. Just then, the front door opened and Rick knew it was his mother. So Rick's long story short, Teddy and his. I was so turned on and she was so tight that we were both cumming. In the afterglow, I wanted to kiss her, but instead she rolled us over on our sides, leaving me still deep in her, snuggled her face into my chest and we fell asleep that way." Yeah, dude! She fell in love with your cock; not you," laughed Stephanie.Steve continued to get teased by Stephanie, Jennifer and a few girls from Jennifer's clique. As much as I wanted to hear more of my friend's tale of woe, I knew I had business to. I’ve made scrambled eggs and toast.”Walking over to her, I bent and kissed the crown of her head, inhaling her scent, a delicious aroma of sleepiness and sweetness, completely Sia.“Morning,” I mumbled, moving to pour coffee, then parking my butt at the round kitchen table, an ancient, much waxed solid oak piece of furniture Soraya had spent months hunting for.While I sipped the strong coffee and let the magic of caffeine sweep cobwebs from my brain, I studied my daughter. She’d let her hair.