His hand slips around me and up to my breasts, teasing my nipples through the lace cups of my bra, I moan as the lace causes delicious friction agains... my skin. I push back into him, feeling his hard cock through his jeans, I rub myself against him and hear him moan softly as I bring his cock to life. I reach my hand behind and cup his erection slowly gliding my hand over his crotch and tease him as he groans with pleasure. I find his button and pull it out of its holder before sliding down his. “Well, why are you here?” I finally asked.“I need to tell you my story and then we ... Yes, kid ... WE decide where it goes from here.” He said seriously, and so began my father’s story.“I don’t remember being born, or growing up, or having a mother, or a father for that matter. One day I was just there. Much like you see me right now. I’ve never been young, but with a little work, I can appear to be on either side of middle age. Say 30 to 55. I found that I speak dozens of languages and have. Mother cannot resist the help. I wondered if she had ever had a tumble with Carmella's husband. Even though he preferred young women, he might not have been able to resist a seduction planned by my mother. Maybe I would ask her sometime. His giant cock would have been hard for her not to try for."I loved your mother's room. We sat next to each other on her loveseat and she asked me about myself. She poured each of us a large glass of wine. Her eyes are so beautiful, and when she speaks to you. .. and Eula knew that her husband's job at the sawmill was his as long as he wanted it.The story given out was that there had been an argument of the pending sale of the drugstore, and John Blodgett had become too excited. After his death Lauralee abandoned all thought of the Florida apartment, she'd never wanted to go to Florida anyway and had only agreed because she thought it would be beneficial to her husband's health. Nor did she sell the drugstore. A partnership agreement was drawn up.