This scene was becoming pretty routine.Dad would come home and hit the beer. If he wasn’t already half-lit by the time he got back, he didn’t wast... much time in getting to fully-lit. He didn’t usually eat. I wondered if the calories from a twelve-pack were enough to keep him going. Somehow, I doubted it.On nights when I was home early, I’d try to get him to eat. He’d refuse. He’d just lay there and drink, sulking and pining over Mom. Many nights I’d hear him crying, but usually, that was after. As the weather was so stifling I was wearing shorts and a T shirt. As I am getting to the crux of the matter...out the corner of my eye I can see Jan a few metres away, bending over looking in my direction, I thought initially she was going to speak about the leak, but she said nothing, strange I thought to myself. However, what I did notice was her breasts pressing against the thin material of the dress, her nipples erect and straining the sheer fabric, this had the effect of making my cock. ”“Yeah, and you’re not supposed to insult my intelligence.”Suzy jumped back into the conversation. “Hold on, Matt. I’m sure we can work out a deal here. Something both sides can agree to. Just remember John, anything that we demand, you can pass off to your contractor. You tell him that we are the ones demanding more.”John sat for a moment, pondering what Suzy had said. “Ok,” He slowly replied. “But I’m sure he is on a limited budget? Limited funds?”Suzy started laughing, “John, do you think. "You've watch me do private things, very private things. Now I get to watch you," she says. "Come on let's see it. Drop the t-shirt. Come on drop it." I drop the shirt on the floor but cover my soft dick with my hand. Feeling tiny I try to turn again. "Easy there little guy. Let's see that prick." "No, just leave me alone!" I start to get up, ready to bolt. She pushes me back in the chair and says, "I'm sorry, honey. I'm trying to get a fair shake here. What is it you liked about my video? Was.