We’d been flirting for the last three months. He knew enough about me to tell that I wasn’t the kind of person to indulge in idle gossip. I told h...m I didn’t think he was a bad father, quite the opposite in fact. I said that I had heard about fathers getting their son a woman to pop their cherry. It wasn’t that unusual and certainly nothing to feel bad about.I asked him where he was thinking of finding such a woman. He told me he had absolutely no idea and wouldn’t know where to start. I said. She remembered my clitoris protrudes like a desirable penis crying out for sucking. My gorgeous Jane was tenderly biting me while her lips massaged my pussy. So it was no surprise when I exploded and screamed with ecstasy as my love juices squirted all over her beautiful face. At the same time, my probing tongue was inside her pussy, sucking her clitoris, and had bought Jane to a memorable climax. All I could hear was my desirable friend shouting out for me to fuck her, as she screamed when. When he sent his two girls to school they were with kids whose parents made 5 to 20 times as much as Ernie. When Cynthia (the oldest) got to 7th grade her ethnic pride became a problem with a vocal minority of her classmates. Before she got to high school one of the teachers sat down with Ernie and told him things would get a lot worse. Rape, violence and drugs were mentioned, the cliques were tight and his girls really stood alone. One of the lies the fools told themselves at that mostly-white. The orthopedic specialist I saw said I was lucky that I didn't break it. I had come very close and was told to say off of my knee for three months. I was beginning to hate the fucking couch I was now exiled to and I couldn't wait to get back on my feet.Let me explain to you how I found myself in such a pitiful state.Chapter Two - "The Phone Call"We live in a cottage style farmhouse in the country. The property came with such amenities as a barn, a below ground pool, and auto fuel, diesel fuel.