Her mom. "I'm going to get us some sandwiches, Dave," she said. She took off and came back with a platter of cold cuts. "Mom says potroast for supper....If I can cut it up for you." I'll let you do that." I made a good potroast, result of growing up in a Cajun kitchen. Rena outcooked me. The thought of that meal rested comfortably on my belly.Ronni and I enjoyed our sandwiches. Midafternoon the phone rang again. Rena again. "Dad's home," Ronni announced. "I'll be back." Five minutes later she was. . uh, oh .... gone to meet his friend. Mmm, I wonder if he will be as ... uh, uh .. oh my god ....," she gave a quiet squeal as her pleasures washed over her. When she calmed down she pulled the vibrator from her and held it up for me to see; it was dripping."Wow, you are so wet. I've never seen you like that before from just playing."She giggled, "Hmm, you silly. That's not from playing, that must be from the fuck we had before I called you. He cums so hard .... !"Jeez, so that's why I was. She had too. My eyes grew wide.“We only need one set of straps and your grandfather the Captain, god rest his sould would suffer no talk of plantation business at the table! I shant begin the practice now,” she explained as she tapped some rather hard bread in an attempt to find an edible part.My son looked at me with so many questions in his eyes but I had nothing but shame about what I had done that day. I was glad for the reprieve from explanation but I would have to tell him something at. She would always sidle up next to me and tell me about her day and I would tease saying all the boys will be after you.Chris, Chloe and I used to stay up late on a weekend night and watch videos or just mess around, chatting and doing nothing in particular. Chloe would be in her Walt Disney Goofy night dress a lot, which she was growing out of really. She was starting to get little breast and her nipples were puffy and were clearly visible through the nighty fabric. It was white cotton and was.