She pushed Ashley forward and right up to me. Ashley was squirming, but Michelle held tight. Ashley's beautiful breasts were now inches from my face, ...nd I marvelled at the sight.“Just perfect” I said aloud, realizing to late what I said.“Dad!”“I'm talking about Michelle taking charge.” I was a salesman by nature, and thought on my feet. “Ok then, no more hiccups like this, I don't want to argue about every rule.” They turned to leave, but I called them back. “Do we have an agreement? No more. “I doubt I’ll ever know you well enough to even begin to explain it to you, Kelly.”“It’s not my business,” she said, tearing.“I won’t dispute you.”She started crying.“Kelly,” I said, taking her in my arms despite protests, “It’s ok. You didn’t realize you were touching a nerve. Just don’t prod too much into my past, and especially not my decisions.”“You don’t like me,” she said petulantly, like the kid she, in fact, was.“I like you fine, Kelly,” I told her, “I’m enjoying your company already,. ’ Charlie then narrowly eyed his father and asked jokingly, ‘So Dad… did you actually watch Mom get screwed by Uncle Tom?’ Diana and Lynda gasped as Charles reached out and grabbed his son by the back of the neck and shook him slightly as he gritted, ‘That’s not how it happened and it’s none of your business, young man! Don’t you ever ask a question like that again!’ He released Charlie and looked around at all of the kids, who were eyeing the adults speculatively, he knew they were all. I'm what most people would call a normal, non-descript type guy. I'm 5' 10", weigh 160 lbs. I'm not overly smart, but not dumb either. I've always been on the somewhat quiet side when it came to girls.In school I was the guy you never remembered in class. You would have to look in your yearbook to remember my face. I didn't play sports or belong to any clubs. Next to my picture in the yearbook there was nothing listed but my name.I liked sports but my Dad owned a hardware store and I worked for.