You seemed to be deep in thought before. I didn’t want to bug you.”“New guy?” he grunted. He couldn’t wait to get to meet this loser.“Actu...lly, Mark called. I’m meeting him for drinks…. Don’t look like that, honey. He just wants to talk and clear up a few things.”Jackson took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled slowly. He could survive the cycle again. He always did. But how many times was his gorgeous mom going to have to get her heart broken? He’d already seen that once this week with. It was totallyawesome.She handed me my drink and we laughed. I drank it down. Myhead spinning. We dried off, went into her bedroom and laid on her king-sizebed. We talked and talked. Then Shirley rolled on her side facing me, took myface in her hand, and kissed my mouth tenderly again. As we kissed, her handroamed my body. I felt her hand squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. Hermouth explored my breasts, sucking my nipples and working down my belly. Mylegs were together as she began. She loved her daddy and wanted so much to fuck him. How could she make it look like it was all right and still have her way with him? She thought for a minute and came up with a plan. What if she had an assignment where she had to learn how to fuck a man? She could try it out on Daddy; after all he was a man in her life. And had been for 18 years.Sarah left her room and walked back to where Daddy was still wanking, but not as fast as before. She sat down beside him and looked at his big cock. The next year we were both in Jr. High but we led separate lives. She and Sam walked or rode bikes to school, Joey and I went alone. The next year I was a big tough High School kid and wouldn't have had anything to do with her even if she wanted it.So now we were back in the same school. In Jr. High, you're either in the lower class or the upper class. High School was different. Let's face it - there isn't a hell of a lot of difference between freshmen and sophomores.Les and Sam decided they.