She sits me on the couch, and kneels down before me, her hands rubbing my thighs, and working them to my cock, bulging through my jeans. She undoes my...belt, then unzips and opens then wide, she undoes the button on my boxers, and reaches in pulling out my hard uncut cock. She puts her lips over my head and works my foreskin back exposing my tip, then begins licking circles around it, while slowly lowering her mouth over my head, and then down the shaft, pulling back, and working deeper and. The first moved me to speak. It was important she understood something.“Marsha, I hope you understand that what happened between your mom and me, well, it was just a physical thing. In fact, it was for her benefit, not mine.” Fuck, that sounded lame. The way she tilted her head as she continued to stare straight ahead suggested she thought so, too. “I mean, Jesus, how do I put this? Your mom had not had any physical contact, sexually, since she and Asshole parted ways. How many years has. “She was fourteen then. They played that song at the dance. Did Mom One tell you?”“Yes. She said when they played ABBA you always thought about Birgit Andersson.”“I’m named for her!” Birgit said proudly. “Daddy’s first girlfriend!”“Daddy had girlfriends before her!” Jesse said. “Mom One told me. She wasn’t the first one he kissed!”“Jesse...” I warned, but I was chuckling.“I think I need to talk to Jennifer,” Amanda laughed. “This sounds like a VERY interesting story!”“I don’t THINK so!” I. Her first time up here. It had to be scary for her. I knew she’d been scanned at the entrance and maybe searched; I wasn’t sure about that part. I stood so she could see me. She did and marched over to me. I was confident that she knew the rules. She’d let me know that she’d gotten the rules-packet when she’d applied to get on my approved—approved by me—visitation list.We took our seats. “Oh my God, Andrew. I am so damn sorry!” she said. “Your face!”“I was in a fight. It happens,” I said. “No.