“I’d never do that.”“Well, then please don’t do anything foolish.”“My mom said the same thing.”“How can I put this delicately? You c...n’t get out of it from, uhm, physical pleasure.”I had to laugh.“So I can’t screw my way to a good mood?”Angie tittered, “No, I don’t think you can.”“It might be fun to try!” I countered.“Is that what you really want, Mike? Just physical pleasure?”“No, of course not! But you and my mom seem to think I might try that solution. I do have a bit more self-control than. . all of them waiting to see white or pink or the color de jour of your panties.I stand in the shadows as you perform. You are an actress with a well hewn script that is so good it seems natural and fresh... and an inbred woman's sense of what we want. Centuries of refinement now embodied in you... guaranteeing future generations of the species.I see that in you, as if you are a machine or a robot or a Stepford wife, so perfect and responsive, making everyone think you like THEM. I know you're. The night I tore both of your clothes off in the downstairs hall I saw the look on her face when she was staring at that big dick of yours. I thought she might throw you on her bed right then."One day when you were out fucking the women from NSO we were talking in the kitchen over coffee and she told me about how you lost your underwear in the river and had to walk to the porch naked. The only thing she described about you walking up to that porch was your dick which she did that in loving. She always seemed pleased to see you and her smile was like a pinball table when you hit the jackpot. You'd chatted a number of times and she knew a little about you and visa versa. You had a huge crush on her and fantasised many a night about confessing your admiration of her perfect little ass, then seducing her and experiencing it gripping your cock. Problem was you were old enough to be her dad.Speaking of parents there was her mom. Shit! What a bitch! Julia, she didn't make a secret of her.