This was before everybody carried a cell phone all the time, and I didn’t have one back then. The car stopped so suddenly that I didn’t have time ...o pull over. So here I was, a little twenty year old girl, broken down in the middle of the road at 1:30 in the morning. I sat there, while not one, not two, but FOUR different cop cars passed me. Two were city police cars, one was state boy, and the other was a sheriff. Not one of them stopped to help. After awhile a nice, black man came up and. She reached down and ran her fingers through my hair, still kissing my Dad feverishly. I slid down her body and gently pressed two fingers to her wet pussy. I could hear her let out a little moan into my Dad's kiss. I lowered my head and slowly pressed my lips against her pussy.She gasped as I pushed my tongue between the lips of her pussy and teased her clit. Dad kissed her cheek and neck, slipping his hand into her bra."Oh that's good," she said, running her fingers through my hair again and. I would later find out she was still lactating because she was still breast feeding at times. She told me Ron was not very good around the house and she and myself would be doing most of the work while he attended to the youngest of her c***dren. We organized and began tackling our task of moving things, frequently sneaking feels on each other in another room or the garage and her shaking and quivering each time I touched her. She also informed me that she knew it was wrong to feel and carry on. I made a pot of coffee while Jeff took juice glasses and bowls from the cupboard. Mom, Dad, and Beth came in, got coffee, then sat at the table.“Were you serious when you said you’d make the shower in the basement bigger?” Beth asked.“I don’t know. Do you think we should?” Dad replied.Chuckling, Beth said, “Yeah. I think we should make the shower bigger and turn part of the recreation room into a playroom. We can get a huge bed and things.”“Do you want a playroom or a new bedroom?” Mom.