I had a feeling he might go to the wet bar for a drink, so I headed that way. Sure enough, he was indeed mixing himself a drink. I’d left my towel o...tside. “I’ll have one too, if you don’t mind.”Dad shot me a sideways glance, “Okay, but a mild one. What’s for supper? I smell barbeque.”“Yep, ribs. They’re in the oven. They’ll be ready in an hour or so.”While we were standing at the wet bar, I have to give him credit. He was doing a good job of looking at my face. I only caught him slipping a. Fir ese hmari bt hui mjhe usne bt karke laga ki shyd mere chances h. Fir rat ho gai hm station pohoche or fir mjhe dhyn aya ki hmne train me delux seat book ki h jisme do hi log rahe skte the ek cabin me ye sch raha tha ki I hope ki masi k sth mjhe hi mile cabin or vesa hi hua fir hm dono ne train me dinner kia or cabin me some chle gaye.Fir masi or me apne cabin me gaye or masi ne mjhe gate lock karne ko kha or prde karne ko bhi,fir bate karne lage or me bato hi bato me masi ke sth ake betha. "I must say, you have a pretty big cock for a 16 year old. How big are you?" She asked.I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I forced myself to say "eight inches, mom." My heart was pounding from embarrassment."Wow! Your father was only six inches!" She seemed turned on, and sat down on my bed. She divorced my father years ago. I knew she was lonely. She had a few boyfriends, I knew she had sex with them, and I also knew how much an ass hole they each were. "I've never had a guy with eight. He gave me a head to toe glance. ‘You going out?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Seeing her?’ ‘Yeah.’ ‘Seeing who?’ Melissa asked from the kitchen, but I was already shutting the door. * Vi was there at the corner, leaning against a lamppost with her hands in jacket pockets. Not quite dressed to kill like the night before, but those jeans still showed off her legs. She watched me approach with her head ever so slightly tilted, a smirk spreading at the corner of her mouth. I stopped about a foot in front of her. She.