She only asked for directions once. I was impressed. She had been paying attention after all and we had followed a meandering route to the stadium. Sh... handled herself and the powerful car with a confidence that belied her inexperience. Being Sally's daughter, I should have expected as much.Sally stuck her bare feet up between the seats and onto my lap. Her groans of pleasure and delight as I massaged her tired toes soon turned to soft snores. It had been a long day and one too many beers, I. She gazed at her daughter on the couch, and then at me, for a few seconds, silently, taking the two of us in. "I've got to run an errand," she announced.I decided I didn't need to know. Might be a real errand, after all. Or just a contrivance to leave me alone with her scheming, horny daughter. What, me worry?"Need anything, Jase?" Denise asked me."Not that I can think of," I replied, staring intently at my laptop screen."Hey, pumpkin -- you need anything from the store?"Lissa looked up, shook. A few years ago, foran English assignment, you wrote a paper on Gender..." I stop myself. Itwasn't called Gender Confirmation Surgery back then. "On Sex ReassignmentSurgery. It was a paper on Social Issues for English. Do you remember? Whydo you think that is, Len?" Look, those assignments were drawn randomly. I had no choice!" Lencountered."Let's be honest, Len. Another student near you drew the SRS slip. Youtraded it with him, supposedly to relieving his anxiety over theassignment, but you. They had a key and must have let themselves in the previous night and went straight to bed in the guest room. Mary must have been woken by the noise of us having sex and came in to check things out. I showered and eventually made my way down to join them. My mother in law was her usual cheery self so I guessed that Mary hadnt told her anything. Mary herself was like a different person, where as normally, she would be chatty and outgoing, now she was withdrawn and sullen. Her body language.