She stood up and hugged her grandpa, "I'm fine with it Popoff," she said sheepishly and then she looked down. "I know you're my grandparents," she sai... slowly, "But you've been more like parents to me and I'm grateful. I realized how much I think of you as my parents when I found out that Coach Bills might be my father. It doesn't matter who gave you life, it's who is with us every day taking care of us that matters. Thanks for all you've done for me."Martin's heart swelled with pride. She was. ‘No, I came for a… give it here.’ Gruffed Dara, looking at each page before tossing it between their knees. The pages held hand written notes, drawings, mostly nothing but all about the device Dara himself sought. From between his hands a small, torn piece of paper, that Presley recognized from her fathers stationary, fell to the floor that he didn’t notice, more focused on the absence of what he sought. She picked it up, turning it over in her hands to read the side that held a series of. I knew the duvet on my bed would be lovely and warm tonight, after I’d spent enough time in it to raise it’s temperature. But my Mother was adamant that I sleep with her.“Billy, we’ll share our warmth, you can wear your boxers to cover your self.” I finally, reluctantly agreed.My mother changed in her bathroom putting on her nighty as I went to my room and shucked off my jeans and tops. I quickly clambered under the covers and my mother joined me soon after. I was a little surprised at how. For the life of me, I could not get my erection to go away. It had been almost eight months since her mom had left, and another couple of months since her mom and I had sex. With all the goings on with the divorce, I had neglected to realize I needed female attention. “Daddy?” Kimberly’s head pulled away from my chest.I looked into her brown eyes, “Yes?”“Can I see it?” Her brown eyes drifted to mine down to the bulge between my legs. My first thought was to scold her, but I quickly decided that.