“What did ya think of seeing your mother treated like a slut?” He asked specifically. “I thought…” I hesitated in answering. I wasn’t su...e what I should be saying and that scared me. “I thought it was a little weird at first. I thought she’d be… I don’t know unhappy being made fun of. She seemed VERY happy though so it made it fun.” Daddy looked deep in thought for a bit before taking a drink and another pull from his pipe. “That’s the thing Bud. Different people like different things. . But that wasn't for him. It wasn't his goal in life. He had worked hard in high school and graduated near the top of his class. Then he went on to college and majored in Criminal Justice and Psychology and graduated with a 3.5 average. After a year and a half of applications to every law enforcement agency that was hiring, traveling all over the country for the written, oral and physical exams and then the interviews he had finally been hired. The department sent him to the Academy and now. I got no response, but his silence said it all. I positioned my body over him, my penis already hard again at the thought of putting it inside Bambi. I knew it would be easier with a little lube, so I spit three times into his puppet ass, because he could not get wet on his own. I brought my pelvis closer and closer to his body until my penis was at his entrance. I slowly slid in to increase suspense. I gasped loudly at how great it felt when I entered him. I started thrusting to the beat of. After we ordered and ate, I took her by the hand."Michael, what is it?" she asked apparently seeing a serious look in my eyes."There is something I haven't told you. My Dad suggested I not tell you, but I find it necessary," I said clearing my throat."Michael, you're worrying me ... just tell me?" I ... don't need to work," I started out by saying."I think you told me this before," she said."What I mean to say is, I have no financial reason to work. My grandfather helped design the spray-can. I.