After dinner, they were relaxing outside the RV in some chairs and under and awning. Knowing his daughters urges, he had set everything up, so they w...re partially obscured from passerby’s on the road. He was having a drink and Lisa sipping on a coke when he saw her hand moving between her legs. He smiled a little as Lisa casually masturbated out in the open. “Just don’t get too loud with it.” He says to her.Lisa smiles and continues rubbing in a bit more earnest now. She’s going to cum,. Don’t look at the screen like that! It was only fair.Besides, I did cook it with some raisins for a little added iron and vitamins and etc. And Gosh Darn it, it were my Gol’ Darn kitchen and a man can cook whatever he wants; it’s in the Magna Carta.And if Jenny tells you otherwise ... well you shouldn’t believe anyone who thinks that “Thppt!” is a point winning argument. Nor should you believe anyone who thinks that finger flicks to bruises settle anything either. I mean, her arm-twisting. " I walk right past you into the kitchen, very familiar with where everything is and grabbing a knife to cut you a piece. I hand it to you on a plate, and put the beer case into your fridge. "I'll wait for him thenI smile as I take the plate and tries some of your brownies. "Oh wow, these are very good. No wonder he likes them." As I still had a small piece left. "You want the last piece?" I ask holding it out for youI take it and pop it into my mouth. "Thank you! Every part of it is to his. “She, uh, needed her ashes hauled.” I stammered, still not quite believing what had just happened.“I'll bet she did.” he replied, grinning at me, “What ever you did, can you teach me.”“Don't know,” I said, “the details are still a little fuzzy to me.”As we walked down the concourse, I pulled the paper towel out of my pocket. “Sandra (Sandi) Fowler “327 S. Olive Ave. “555-1234”She had made all the periods and dots little hearts. I carefully folded the towel, slipping it into my.