What Whiting had done was force them to think about the way things were and to think about the fairness of the situation."Life is not fair," Whiting h...d said in one of her speeches shortly after the successful deflection of the impeachment proceedings. "That is one of our most common sayings as a species. Life is not fair and there's nothing you can do about it. We're taught that in school, in our Internet programming, in the movies that we watch and in the literature that we read. Everyone. My body seemed to be acting as if someone else was controlling it. I was in a daze, lost between fury and resentment, pain and desire. How could she do this, how could she be sucking some boy's cock right here in my living room, in my house, on my sofa. Why would she? And why wasn't she doing that to me?I almost groaned at that thought, and my hand unzipped my fly. I pulled out my cock and stroked myself, not knowing what I was going to do until I did it. I moved behind my daughter. "Brian, here, has told me what a great driver you are, and that I'll be in real good hands with you." Yes, you will," I told him. "I'll teach you the rules of the road, all right." Great. I'm entirely in your hands," he said. He let go of my hand, and I studied him out a little. He was very good-looking. Almost pretty. Almost delicate. With eyelashes that were real long and curled upward. Not the kind of guy you usually would find behind the wheel of an eighteen-wheeler."Come on," I told him.. He wiped down the bench and thought of doing some work. He wanted to go over the surveys that he had of her land.Mary came back and took his hand. She led him to the lounge room and indicated a chair. He sat down and rearranged the robe, so his cock wasn’t staring at her. She sat on the footstool, so she was between his legs.Marty watched her face as several expressions crossed it. She was fiddling with something in her hands and seemed to be trying to come to a decision about something.