I think you’re gorgeous.”The clerk blushed prettily. “I know I’m not gorgeous, Mister, but thanks for the sentiment.”“I’m serious, honey... I’d love to take you out to dinner if you’re interested.”She blushed again.“Sir, I have a boyfriend.”“He’s a lucky young man, honey. Have a great day.”“You too, sir.”Again, that hadn’t gone all that badly. The girl seemed to enjoy the attention. I would flirt with her more the next time for sure.I was wandering around Walmart. I decided my wardrobe needed to. Bollard. Emily," I pleaded, "I came within a few seconds of impregnating your daughter." Instead, I had spurted all over her daughter's large breasts. "We should stop now before-" I will not subject my daughter to scorn from her male companions. She needs to know how to please them." Her arms were folded. "I'll coach her through the act of oral sex. You just sit there. And enjoy."It was the first time Emily acknowledged she was familiar with oral sex and that I might be getting pleasure out of. I always thought of a roller coaster called the Mad Mouse. It was not fast, but there were 90 degree turns and sudden drops, it looked like the thing was going to tip right off the track at any moment. About a year after she started to work there she got really friendly with me, started to tell me about her dates and crap that I had no desire to here about. I asked, ‘Aren’t you married?’ Yep, she was but he had turned into a drunk. No shit man!! If I was married to you I might consider it. I pointed to the table and told my mother to lay down on it, on her back, like the slut that she is,meanwhile, Anna was heating up the waxing wax. “So you want all of her done?” she asked“That's what I said whore” was my reply, and I saw Anna do a little wiggle of excitement at my tone.Anna started off doing the regular areas and she she did so, I got out from my rucksack a riding crop. As she finished with an area, I would bring the crop down onto my mother sensitive skin, and with each whack,.