"Hey, Dad! You know where the three hole punch is?" "Welcome home yourself, Davey." he chided, with a grin. "I think it is still in the office. What d... you need it for?" "My homework projects. I need to punch them to get them into the covers. I'm printing one out now." "Ok. Give me a few minutes and I'll get it for you." "Thanks. Could you bring me some more printer paper while you're at it? I'll be in my room, slaving away." Davey replied, with feigned melodrama. Glen chuckled and shook his. But as luck would have it, the situation arose where my ex and I found ourselves alone once more at my daughter’s. My daughter called me one morning and informed me that there appeared to be a water leak under her house. Since, technically it was my house that she was renting from me, I figured I better have a look before I called in a plumber. When I arrived , she have already left for work so I opened up the crawlspace to see if I could tell where the problem was. I could see right away. From our bedroom doorway, I hear Misty call as Amanda cries. Kathryn wipes herself quickly and without hesitation, mothers instinct outweighs her modesty, walks back into our bedroom to get our crying daughter. Misty giggles but I swear I hear Marshall gasp. I hear Marshalls footsteps quickly retreat. Misty says, You are really going to have to give me your secret to getting that flat stomach back. Kathryn says, Come over tomorrow morning, I will take you through the katas, and we will do some. Well, yes, sex is funny in some ways. I'll let you think about that for a while.A sense of adventure also helps. I've already found out that young boys and much older men can be a hell of a lot more fun between my legs that I might have imagined.So, that's what helps a girl become a slut. Now, what exactly does a slut do? They constantly roam looking for the next guy or guys. That's exactly where I'm at right now. Who's next?Then, I hear the back door slam and I know. Paul, my sixteen-year old.