I was born in New York State near the southern border. It was a small town where you didn't have to lock your doors and everybody went to their respec...ive churches on Sunday. You know the type of place where the most excitement came from watching paint dry.My mother was college educated (liberal arts) and I received the benefit of her studies. My father was a shop keeper. He worked hard and supplied us with a full life.As soon as I was physically big enough she talked my father into music. Let’s watch a movie.Oh shit, dammit, not now! I’m getting a hard-on. This is not good. But I can’t help it. Daughter or not, she’s gorgeous and my body can’t help but react to her.Me: Honey, I think my leg is falling asleep. Could you please sit on the sofa?Amy: Oh, sure dad. Let me just move over a little.Oh, God! She’s now sitting directly on top of my dick.Amy: (Oh, my God. Dad’s getting an erection! What do I do? Should I say something? No, that might embarrass him. But I can’t just ignore. She went off to shower, and was surprised and rather disappointed not to have an email waiting for her when she returned to her computer. But a few minutes after she sat down an email arrived. She was trembling as she opened it."Dear Brenda,"The fact that you had no anal lubricant in your bedroom confirms my suspicion that you have not yet had anal sex with Mike. Is this true? Why not? Actually I want to know, not just whether you have done it with Mike, but if anyone has fucked you in the ass.. They were both naked."What the hell are you doing here?" What do you think I'm doing here," Roger responded."It looks like you two have been fucking." As proof of that, a couple of used condoms were laying on the floor beside them."Right in one. Why don't we make it a threesome?" Why don't you eat shit and die?" Roger smiled and shrugged his shoulders."I have to get going anyway. Maybe next time?" I ignored that last comment and went to the bedroom to change my clothes. He was gone when I.