Thhe tough guy was off his game, we had the advantage.Betty and I brought out more pizza, served some soda....made some polite talk....and after a few...rounds, met in the kitchen. Betty looked at me...and said what we were both thinking.... "Are you as turned on as I am...those boys are all virgins! We could be there first..." I looked at her....I couldn't do much...one of them was my son for cryin' out loud!!! But I said...."If you want to go for it....I'll cover your back....we don't want. ...notorious! I hadn't thought of school in years. A very prestigious school, part of the Poison Ivy League. I earned my degree in computer science there. I can still picture the powerful Commodore 64's lining the walls. Still mulling over Fonda, I recall she once had a sordid dalliance with the school lesbian and I wondered if she remembered the ropes. (Of course, she did. It's like riding a Sybian, you never forget.) I wondered if she was still interested in hot girl-on-girl shenanigans, but. I pushed it deep into her nostrils as well, watching her squirm, her arms and legs moving in painful contortions. I could only imagine what she was feeling and it sent shivers up my spine. I'd never concocted anything this severe before but I was not nearly finished with her.It all started with the phone calls. We were together years ago. It was intense. S and M all the way, her always always telling me to go further, further. Whip me until I bleed. Take me to the farm. Get a dog. She was sick. "Mmmm... Daddy!" she sighed. "Let's go inside, I am not sure if she is up yet so maybe we can sneak into my bedroom."We exited the car and quietly made our way inside. Unfortunately, we found Davika was indeed awake and was at the kitchen sink.She turned and saw me and surprisingly smiled. She quickly dried her hands and then approached. "You are still around? This explains everything about all the questions I have been having! Those two downstairs... they aren't roommates are they? .