How did she knowthis? How long has she known? What does she want?Sensing her dad's questions Beth said, "Dad there's this thing calledthe internet. ...t wasn't really hard to find out the information. Ihave known ever since high school about this."For a moment Tom was frozen. He wondered what was his daughter's motivein bringing this up? She had changed considerably over the last fewmonths. He couldn't believe how is daughter was talking to him. She wastalking very forceful, direct, blunt. Marsha didn't protest. She submitted to his need and watched as he took a shower, shaved, and got dressed to go out. "I may be a little late tonight dear" he said as he flipped the swich on the wall and then headed down the hall way towards the door. As he opened the door to leave, in spite of his own self hatred, the muted sounds of his wife sobbing helplessly on the bed turned him on and only hardened his resolve...and his cock. This time he drove a half hour down the interstate to a. The floor was almost empty, the party having begun to wind down thirty minutes before. The song we were dancing to was a slow one and as the two of us moved in unison, we were in reality doing little more than grinding against each other. My hands had slipped down Candy's smooth back and were now resting on the tops of her rounded ass cheeks. As we swayed to the music I could feel her muscles flexing beneath my fingers. Candy sighed and pressed herself more closely against me as I squeezed her. She smiled to herself as she entertained the fantasy and squirmed her ass on the couch. Fucking her son had awakened something in her, an insatiable lust. She now wanted to fuck and suck anything that moved."Oh, damn it!"Janet came out of the bathroom, holding her stretch slacks together."I broke the zipper," she sighed. "and these things were brand new. I hope you don't mind my fixing them while we talk, honey."Returning to her seat, Janet fumbled awkwardly with the zipper. "Wait a minute,".