..”“Ewwww!” Deena squeaked.I glanced over. The eyes didn’t match the squeal. I get the feeling that just maybe my daughter might believe that ...er stepmom and I might have had relations before she turned sixteen. Another “Huh?”“Dad ... Cindy. Nikki was fifteen. Dana was fifteen.”“Don’t get Ideas, punkin,” I said. “Haley, what in the world do you two TALK about?”“Everything, love of my life,” Haley giggled. “Including how nervous you get...”“I get as nervous as any responsible dad of a pretty. .. need ... snuffle grich...”Well, I could not make sense of that, but since he started to move differently I guess his tongue was getting tired. I moved a bit.“Do you want to move to the front now? Okay ... Yess, that is very ... OHHHHH!” I was loud. I covered my mouth with the pillow - too late. In the front the smallest change in movement made a big difference. It probably did not help that I was moving.“I’ll stop moving ... Okay, I’ll TRY to ... stop ... oh that is so good...” I froze in. " If he had looked up he would have seen the delicious smile that passed across Carolyn's face at that moment. But he didn't, and she went straight back to her little girl. "Say goodnight to Daddy." Carolyn stood in the doorway with Sharon,dressed in her PJ's, in her arms. "Goodnight, pumpkin. Hope you feel better." called Bill, between sipsfrom his mug. Oh, I will, thought Sharon excitedly. I will. Sharon's Mom carried her little girl into the master bedroom just asshe had on the. Her husband had set up house with a teenage slapper, and Kay retaliated by shagging her way through the members of 8th Wessex, a task similar to that of painting the Forth Bridge. The battalion personnel changed frequently, with men leaving and recruits joining practically every month. Nevertheless, Kay determinedly bedded the fresh flesh as soon as possible. I had been left on her back burner specifically for my birthday treat, although I must confess her cries of pleasure, muted by the.