Right Kyle?" his mom answered."Yeah...nothing special" Kyle echoed."Where were you this morning anyway?" Vicky asked Kyle, finally looking up from her...phone. "Your bedroom door was open but you wasn't in there. Usually you're still asleep at this time!"Kyle glanced nervously at his mom who stared back expectantly."Erm...I'm not sure...I've not really been anywhere today..." Kyle answered awkwardly, scratching the back of his head."You might have been loading the washer, I did ask you to do. "Do I have a volunteer to take on the educator role?"Moesha spoke up, "I can do it; I've taught a few classes at the community college, so I'm kind of used to it."Looking around for objections or other volunteers, Steve saw none, so he nodded. "Sounds good to me. Thanks. Stop at the replicator and get a notepad and pencil; I'll get some for the rest of us." Moesha moved off to do just that, as Nytoya spoke up, "I'll take care of that for you, Steve. You just sit over there, and I'll get the. Maybe out of old habit since I am an ass-man and just love the feel of my wife's ass in my hands.I could feel Rita stiffen a little when Henry's hands made contact with her breasts and when we simultaneously reached her nether region she almost jumped out of her skin and gave a little yelp when she felt our hands meet over her pussy! Her hips shook a little as if she tried to conceal a shake of her hips, begging for more, but there wasn't to be anymore. Our hand went further down, leaving her. ”“I think, when it comes to handling a matter, some countries have vastly more experience ... and far less conscience in doing so.”“But Daddy ... who shall escort me to the Prom?” She loved her older brother ... more than her daddy suspected. He had promised, cross my heart and hope to die, to escort her to her Junior Prom.“We’ll work something out.”“Thank you, Daddy.”The bubbly teen kissed her father on his forehead ... leaving a bright red lipstick imprint on a rapidly balding pate.His phone.