She had a very pretty face that exuded softness and experience. The lines around her lips and eyes accentuated her look and thin, red framed glasses g...ve her the look of a gentle Mrs. Robinson. Mom knew how tired I was and ran her fingers through my hair. "God that was hard!" I spoke, my head resting back on car seat. "I know. You drove almost non stop and rain didn't help either. Thank you for doing this baby." she said rubbing my neck gently."Well, that's why you bought me the car mom.. Thing is that you couldn’t imagine just how much she had taken over for mom. I’m not sure when it started, but you started to notice then hear them going at it about three years ago, at first you told yourself you were imaging things. However when you saw her sneaking out of dad’s room things, became very clear. What could you do; what would you say and to whom. Things were going better, and if she wasn’t being forced into it, well who was it hurting. Again things slowly settled down a little. Jeremy was interested in just three things outside of work: girls, football, and booze. Neither man was the stuff of which intellectual giants were made, nor was Alycen for that matter. Dan, however, had the dangerous air of a self-educated, self-willed philosopher of sorts. He was a rugged individualist. He was clearly not just some reclusive pothead, though that was part of the picture for sure. He was extremely antisocial, categorically rejecting not only society’s morals, but its etiquette. At one point I heard the name 'Werner' out of Frieda's mouth and they both giggled. Then Olga disappeared. Frieda was beaming. Rubbing my back. "Such a pretty girl. You're going to be so beautiful." Olga returned with several pairs of panties and some bras. I tried them all on and they kept commenting in German. After a while they had me just standing there naked. Olga took hold of my prick and was softy stroking it. Like I was a pet she wanted to have. "Davia has a pretty little prickie.".