I started to remember her mother, my wife, the woman who had walked out on both of us many years ago.It had been hard raising a teenage daughter, not ...nowing what to say at times to things that a mother would normally handle.I willed my mind back to the present to avoid the painful memories of the past.Turning into my street, I looked down to the passenger seat, checking on the bucket of candies that I had prepared for the youngsters. I loved the smile of the young ones when they knocked on my. “Martin,” Jenny said, “What are we gonna do? Since dad disappeared, everything seems to be going downhill.”“What the fuck do I know? If I had any idea where we could find dad, I would pack our things, throw you over my shoulder and run as fast as I could.”“Yeah, that sounds nice. But you won’t have to carry me in that case, as I’ll be already ahead of you.”“Do you think he is still alive?” Martin asked in low voice, that made Jenny shiver, “I wouldn’t put it past mom and Uncle Vince to ... you. “Really what?” she said turning around to look at me.“You wouldn’t have bothered with the sari?” I asked almost swallowing the words.“Of course,” she said innocently, bending over and treating me to a delicious view of her curvy bottom.“Damn, my luck,” I said playfully and we both laughed.Just before disappearing into the bathroom she stopped and turned catching me starring at her lovely ass.“Do you really like it that much?” she asked giggling.Blushing I managed to node in embarrassment as she. This orgasm wasn’t finished when the next one struck. The new one built on the first and Shirley found herself desperately clinging to Tanya, only able to keen and gasp. There was no brain cells available to be concerned with being quiet now.Tanya had Shirley in a cycle of constant orgasm, she could see when it was fading and it just took a couple of strokes, or touches, or licks to launch the next one. There was a primal part of Tanya that was getting so much satisfaction from the sounds and.