Her mom had dumped me, maybe it was her turn to do the same. And yes, okay, I was bitter.Actually, though I had no actual evidence to back up my think...ng, I figured that part of the problem was Penelope’s lack of enthusiasm per my daddyhood. I knew she’d not done anything overtly to turn my daughter against me, but she had also not done a thing to bring us together, not a thing.At any rate life goes on and we do what we can and endure what we can’t do anything about.It was seriously upsetting. She looked up at him. He was very tall. And had a nice face. He looked to be in his late 30's or maybe 40, no more than that. He had brown hair and a long black raincoat over jeans and a black tee shirt. Black boots.He smiled at her as she opened the door. "I'm so sorry to have bothered you so late at night. I'm sure you were in bed." he said as his eyes looked her over.She was even sexier than he thought. "It's alright, come inside, we're letting all the heat out." she said. Little Whiskey. She hadn't noticed any significant physical changes in her son Michael lately but perhaps she was still seeing him through the lens as her little boy that she hoped would never grow up."Hi, mom!" exclaimed Michael as he shocked Karen, still engrossed by her interfacing."Oh, hi! You scared me," said Karen as she turned her attention to Michael.Michael went and ordered his breakfast out of the replicator. Karen watched as he playfully decided what he should choose this morning for breakfast and. He was granite jawed and had a deep tan from years working in the full sun. His muscular arms and slender sturdy legs showed he had not a spare ounce of fat anywhere on his body. She was drawn to the exaggerated bulge in his tight-fitting jeans that made it difficult for her to remove her eyes from that area."Well, little missy, if you can tear your pretty eyes away from my cock long enough, I might be able to steer you to the right place."Holly giggled because she knew she had been found out.