"You know the reason I am disappointed in myself?" I ask.She doesn't say anything."I failed you, I failed the daughters, I was supposed to be a guide ...or you, a moral compass if you would." I say.She looks toward the rising sun, I can see pain on her face."I Let myself be pulled into the politics, the minutia of day to day life, I thought you didn't need me anymore, hell I started pulling away around the rise of sumner." I say.She has her eyes shut, she is trying to scrunch in on herself."I. Everything else is fair game. It'slike she wanted me to borrow things from her. Or that I might buy someclothes that she might want to borrow from me. I hope she didn't thinkI'd been wearing her panties! I had what I thought to be enough of myown, and now I had another week's worth. I certainly didn't need toborrow Mother's underthings. We spent some time in the makeup section.It wasn't like I was going to play makeup dressup. Mother purchased realbeauty products that any girl my age would. What! My wife’s younger sister was only getting sex about once a month and she had mentioned letting me fuck her to her daughter. Bridget had just laughed it off but since my wife had literally told her to let me fuck her she figured that she might let me fuck her mother too. She was probably right but right then, all I wanted to do was to fuck Bridget just as often as I could. I hadn’t had a sixteen-year old girl since I got one drunk at a party when I was in college. Actually the more I. Angie moaned and panted as Ispread the olive oil on her back, and on the insides ofher thighs. I teased her bushy mound with my oil-soakedfingers every chance I got. That drove her wild. Shegot back at me when she massaged me by slowly pumping mewith her hand to the point just this side of orgasmseveral times, until I was begging her to make me cum.“Not yet, baby, not yet,” she said, with gleaming eyes.She brought me to the brink a few more times, then had me“cool.