"Maybe my issues are MY business, thank you," I huffed."Maybe this is your problem," he took my hand and placed, face up, in my palm, a Durex condom."...hat the fuck would you have a condom at work for?" I asked. I felt my face getting hotter and I was sure, underneath the dirt from working in the warehouse, it was a very deep shade of red."I'm always prepared," he smiled his big gorgeous smile and his pale green eyes squinted when he laughed. He got up and walked to the garbage can, finishing. The pillow missed me by a mile, crashing instead into the crystal jar of sugar atop the dinner table, and the resounding crash brought my daughter to her feet."Look what you did," she threw at me accusingly. But she was smiling."ME? I did it? It was your throw - you oughta pitch for the Yankees, you know... couldn't hit the side of a barn with a rocket!" Well, you made me throw it at you, didn't ya?" She stuck her tongue out at me, but I wasn't about to her licked. Metaphorically, of. I pulled you closer and sent tongue searching down the valley of your throat and as our tongues did a tantalizing dance with each other I began to rub and massage your shoulders while your hand continued to massage my swollen and hot rod. As we broke away from our kiss as asked if you wanted to fire up the rest of the joint I had been smoking and you did. I opened the Merlot and poured us both a glass and sit back and let you enjoy the smoke because I knew it was bad. As you snorted the smoke. Obviously my “sleeping” looked real to her. She very quietly went about doing her normal thing; sweeping the sides of the pool, vacuuming the bottom, cleaning the filter and checking the chemicals. Each time she had her back to me I tugged a few times on my cock to maintain a nice full appearance. A couple of times she looked over at me and seemed to be trying to check out what she was seeing. My cock! Yet she continued doing her chores! When she checked the water for chemical balance she knelt.