She's eighteen. Marilyn is twenty. They see their father periodically, but they don't talk about their meetings with him. They know I'm not interested...in hearing about his new family." Do they have boyfriends?" I asked, wondering which daughter she'd had in mind for me when we first met."Marilyn has a boyfriend. Delores dates different guys," she said, which answered my question.Still remaining was the question as to why she'd chosen to have an affair with me. I was not only too young for. She said she would have to take him for a spin in one of the vehicles she called a flyer. They had learnt to drive them when they were little, and they were great for getting around the city. She told him they had several in the flyer bay and he had to go look.She had fun teaching him how to drive it, and they ended up out at the lake. They were leaning against the flyer looking at the restful scene of the birds landing on the water as the afternoon waned. They were both enjoying being. They looked at her with unabashed lust. "Hey babe, you ready for the cream of the NFL?" Man, she looks real tight to me. Real cute, too. Looks like we're all gonna have a nice time."She laughed and flirted with them like a true pro. I could see she was enjoying herself."I heard she turns into a slut for black meat," someone said.Cindy smiled. "You want to find out?" Take off those panties, sweetie. Let's see your pussy," said another. Cindy obliged, revealing her little blonde bush."Ain't that. It was after seven, nearly eight, when I arrived home. Mother had dinner waiting for me. She wanted me to tell her all about my day of picnics. I told her some of what we talked about and where we had gone. I told her we had our final sandwich in the car after the rain started."You drove all the way out to the Gorge Outlook? I'll have to put gas in the car," she said looking distressed.'I'll gas it tomorrow if you give me the money," I said."All right, I have the money," she said.As we were.