His acne is now gone and he seems more confident as well.The day after discovering mom's pics, I went in search of Harold; I eventually found him sitt...ng under a tree, studying his notes. I asked if he could meet me at the library later this evening. I thought if anyone could help me find my mom, it would be him. Harold readily agreed and said he would swing by. I never told Harold about the disappearance of my mother before, but when we met that day, I clued him in on all the particulars. "My doll," he mouthed, drooling, "my Doris-doll to play with!" Saliva dribbled down to his chin as he slurred out the words."Yes," said Mildred, "I suppose you'll play with her." Her eyes went down and she added, "Right now, you're playing with something else. Oh, Willis, do you always have to have an erection?"She stared at the huge, stiff organ that protruded from his open pants; he was holding it in a hair-backed hand, squeezing, caressing, making the slitted lips in the massive head ooze. We laughed about it all the way home. In fact, we were still suffering from a case of terminal giggles when we walked through the back door into the kitchen.Mom looked up from whatever she was cooking and asked, “Care to share the joke?”Sherry shocked me when she came up with this blatant lie skirting the actual truth. She says, “What’s funny is that when we were driving by this field west of town, there was a couple of people having sex right out there in the open. Bobby honked the horn and. “Are you almost ready daddy?” I asked him softly using a cute voice.“Uh yeah.” He smiled and turned to me, his eyes soon averting to my breasts. “R-Rebecca, go put on something…other than that.” He said almost too quickly. I could tell he liked it, so I began to advance.“What are you talking about? I look fine, I’m about to go out.” I gently ran my fingers over his package and he flinch his cock pulsating. “But…I wanted to know if I could go out first.”My father stared at me, his eyes on my.