“Why you are so angry? Please, can I stay here?”Now administrator was completely astonished. Some seconds she remain quiet, but then shouted: “G...ve me the phone number of your Dad! I call to him. This is impossible, I can’t allow you to stay here!” Jane’s tears poured as she give her father's phone number.Now I decided to intervene: “Maybe she could stay here. We are not dangerous for her. It seems, that she is used to be in men’s locker.”But administrator didn’t give up and show continued.. Mom's body was shaking. She just rested there for some time. I lowered my face to hers and we kissed.Mom got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back we talked. My Mom and Dad didn't have sex much these days, she told me. Something snapped when she saw my hard cock. She said we had to keep this a secret between us. Mom did use her mouth to clean up my cock. She licked up all of our love juices.When my Dad came home it was like nothing had happened between us. We started becoming lovers. The result was that they had to come in for two hours on Saturday morning. Mrs Bentham was most apologetic and promised she would never allow that state of affairs to occur again. Jane and Becca smilingly brushed her apologies away. Typical of The Damsels' team spirit, Penny and Kathy volunteered to come in too.Becca was concerned at the delay. She and Nell had built in half a day's leeway into the work plan at the end of the final week but that was for last minute emergencies and was not. “That’s your daughter?” Asked the trucker. “Isn’t she kinda young?”“Look at the size of the crate ... now look at her ... how long do you think it’ll take that little girl to build it?”“If she finishes it.”“There is that.”“Hi, you are? Oh ... the truck driver ... I read your shirt.“Mom ... shopping list ... tubing cutter, pneumatic pop-rivet gun and air compressor, Dremel tool. Drill and bits, jigsaw and a compass ... not for direction but for cutting plywood circles.”The driver left shaking.