You can't just take her away now; think of what it'll do to her." But I can't give up my daughter." You don't have to give her up, but let her get a b...t older, and then you can tell her." How old, sixteen, eighteen, twenty, thirty?" Does John know?" What?" About Rose." I told him on our second date, I didn't want any secrets, and he still wants me mother, no other man has ever stuck around before when he found out. Believe me, he is a good man, and will make a great father for Rose.I didn't. Daddy was sipping a little Chianti but he wouldn't let me drink anything but soda. One of the waitresses walked past our table; she was about eighteen, pretty, well built, actually ripe. I could see Daddy's head move as she passed by, could actually see him undressing her as he stared at her ass.Sometimes I open my big mouth when common sense demands that I should keep it closed."Missing Mom, are we, Daddy?"He didn't answer me. He just kept staring at the waitress' body until she turned a. She went on asking him others questions about where he was from and other such things. Then she asked him how many times did he think he’ll be able to cum? I’m hoping for five, he said. I hope so, Sally said as she kneeled before him. She could see the end of his cock had a string of cum already hanging from the head. This sent a burst of fire from her brain down to her pussy. Sally was having an orgasm before this contest even got started. You know, she said, you’re going to have to show. ...." "Don't worry, Craig, you're among friends here. Candor and honesty is what we're about. So the question still stands. Do you have a pretty clear image of what you think her ass looks like?" Seeing no way out of this, I looked at Deidre, who was looking down at the blanket, and then looked at Marc, who was looking straight at me, and answered with as much confidence as I could muster, "Well, yes. I do. I did have the entire run to formulate an opinion, after all." "Of course you did..