“Tom.” Said Karen, I don’t know how to thank you for this weekend. It was just wonderful.”“It sure was dad.” Susan spoken turning toward h...m, arm holding up her head. “All the girls said that I had the most wonderful dad in the whole world. You really made an impression on them.”“Oh ... come on now ... It was just a ... party.” Tom said, feeling humble.“Tom Wilkins, now you give yourself some credit, you pulled off a very enjoyable event. That I am sure will be talked about for some time now.”. Whilst I was enjoying cleaning her again, she tried to explain her feelings to me about wanting John and how she really felt that she should experience a black cock at least once in her life, reminding me that her time must be soon running out. I told her that I loved her too and that anything sexually that she wished for I would go along with along as I was aware of what she was up to and preferably was around, to which she replied You had better be around – who else did I think was going to. I was in my room, pouting of course. What could I do to make my parents feel stupid for this? There had to be something. All of a sudden it came to me, and I ran to my dresser throwing my clothes here and there until I found what I wanted. Here it was, the lame child print night gown my grandmother had given me 2 years ago at Christmas… Now this I could use.8pm rolled around, and the doorbell rang. Wow was he prompt, good thing I was ready. I knew my parents had called the almost dorky 28 year. Obviously, they weren't planning on my staying for dinner. "Do you have any rice?" I asked, remembering how Doug and Phyllis had stretched two chicken breasts to feed four of us on our first camping trip. She produced a small box of rice. I read the directions and dumped the contents into water."Do you have some green peppers and onions?" I asked and she said she didn't think so.Remembering a concoction Penelope had made, I found a can of cream of mushroom soup and added it to the rice. Megan.