Brandon had grown a little more sedate when he hit second grade. He no longer raced at top speed everywhere he went and he no longer liked to climb up...my frame. Instead, I bent down to scoop him up.I was thankful that he hadn’t outgrown hugs just yet. Sarah knew the drill so she came to push the door open so I could carry her boys into the house. She completed the ritual by smiling and shaking her head as we passed. She would usually pat me softly on the back as I went by. This time, however,. ’ ‘Right, no skimping.’ Emma turned to Luke. ‘Anything for you?’ ‘A bowl of soup, whatever’s up today. And a grilled cheese sandwich, please.’ He watched as she nodded, wrote it down and left again, never looking at him. ‘Grilled cheese?’ Sol mocked him but grinned. ‘What are you, twelve?’ Luke ignored him. ‘I wonder what her story is.’ ‘You and your stories.’ Sol shook his head. ‘Not everyone has a big story behind them, kid.’ ‘Maybe.’ Luke tapped a finger on the table as he thought. Emma was. I asked her to remove her clothes. She replied I wanted to see something and I did it myself if you want to see something you should do it yourself. Her words were driving me crazy, I made her stand and started removing her nighty, bra and at last her panties to see a bushy heaven hidden under it.I made her sleep and started to lick her from her legs and slowly towards her thigh, navel, hips and slowly towards her boob. She had a very nice pair of it which was a handful and makes any man go. We decided that you should, remember?" she answered. "Of course. Um, does the missionary position provide good clitoral stimulation?" I ask. "What? Will you get back in there and talk to your eleven-year-old and stop worrying about our sex life." "Um, of course, baby." I walk back into Mike's room cautiously. Sort of like a lion tamer entering a cage. "Uh, your mother says yes. Anything else?" I hesitated to ask. "Yea, Dad. If I'm taking a girl from behind, how do I know if I'm hitting her.