I walked around to the driveway side where there was a side porch. I went up to it and looked into the kitchen where I saw his mother cleaning up dish...s.Antonio's mom had to be in her mid-to-late 40s, but she could have passed for 30. Her skin was flawless and radiant. Her dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail. She was singing to herself. I caught myself watching her, noting her plump ass in her well-fitting jeans wiggling as she washed a frying pan.Then Antonio walked into the kitchen. He. I decided that I wasn't going to let Mrs. Cavanaugh intimidate me from being friends with her husband or her daughters. I cleaned my grandparent's house from top to bottom because we were going to the airport to pick them up at five. I figured that if the house was clean Papa might give me a reduced sentence for getting his dog beat up. I hadn't called Papa to tell him about the incident on Dad's advice. Dad said the dog was fine and to let them enjoy their vacation.Dad drove Nana's Lincoln to. ”“That’s right,” Floyd remembered out loud. “You two go to school together.”As soon as Sona crawled out of the sports tent his daughter crawled back in, a soda in hand.“I could use a drink,” Floyd said.Lily was practicality beaming with excitement as she handed over her drink. Watching her father have sex with one of her school friends had really done it for her.Taking a sip Floyd found there was less then a swallow left inside leaving his thirst largely unquenched. He handed the empty cup back. “For now,” she said softly. Mark turned and looked at her. “Did you say something?” “Mark, I’m loving what you’re doing, but...” “You do understand that you don’t have a say in this?” She froze and stared at him. How could someone change so much in just a few months? Everything he’d done since he came back - the piercings, the tattoos, parading her around in front of her friends in her underwear - all of it was erotic and amazing and she loved him being The Man, but this was different. This was.