I quick started talking about the race car and got off the ’girl’ subject fast. It was torture waiting for Friday night to get here. I had two wet...dreams and I wanked every chance I got. I had to ignore mom to keep from getting a hardon. When I would glance at her, my heart would speed up and the hardon feeling would start. Damn it was hard not go over to her and hug her and feel her. I was in love with my own mom, and I liked it, no matter what anyone said, ever. At night I relived being in. I told him that I was watching a movie where the girls were making their daddy watch them.McKay sat in the over sized chair across from the couch and got himself comfy. He didn't take his pants off, but he did unbutton his shirt and sleeves. His chest glowed in with the light from the fireplace. I rubbed my tits and slapped my stuffed ass. I turned over so McKay could see the butt plug, that I was playing with. I pulled it out,then slid it back in slowly. I moaned as I filled my ass.When. It was as much a mentalgame as it was a physical contest.The man on the far right, tall and thin, moved with the natural grace ofa born athlete. But he was sloppy. His hands kept dropping. There waslittle technique; he'd likely skated by on his natural abilities withoutever having to expend much effort to stay on top. The thug to the farleft was smaller, but no less talented. Neither truly worried the capedcrusader. No - the one in the middle was the most dangerous by far. Hemoved well,. It was the first time she could ever recall his coming home that late when he obviously wasn't working. The fact that he had, pissed her off a little. The fact she was bound by an idiotic curfew, especially at her age, and about to graduate in less than a week now, seemed totally unfair. Starting off the day in a bad mood wasn't ideal, but she found the situation hypocritical and annoying. But admittedly she was curious too. Just where had her father been all evening long anyway? Becky headed.