Pregnant? Oh-My-God ... I wanted kids. My kids, her kids, our children. Grandchildren. I wanted out children to have grandchildren. A rosy future with...the money to make life wonderful. A new beginning for the house. Jess would make my house our home.Across the bridge, late in the evening ... someday someone is going to pave Main. Splishing and splashing up to the hotel and ... well, Son Of a Bitch ... the lights are on at home!Our home is lit up like Christmas. I heard the Hotel front door slam. .too late to do anything about it, but still hoping there was a way out. What in the world did she want to talk to me about? And what up with the damn tight bikini?"Evidently you have noticed what I'm wearing. I figured it would be best to show you what I am trying to explain to you...to help you understand."Cassie took another deep breath and looked down at the floor. I noticed a slight blush on her cheeks as she tried to gather her courage."Dad...there is a reason why sexual things don't. Is Saturday at noon good for the interview?—Donald Arden. Lauren looked at her watch and sighed again. Saturday at noon—that meant she had almost fifteen hours before she met her last prospect.***** Lauren looked at herself in the mirror. It was Saturday, 11:45 am, and she wanted to make sure everything was perfect. Her long dark hair hung freely down her back and a skimpy pink tank top emphasized her small but perky breasts. A short denim skirt would draw attention to her. .. Oh God, I’m.. My daughters....” she moaned and panted until Olive pulled her mothers head down and kissed he passionately, it didn’t take long for her mother to start to return the kiss. As they kissed Olive grabbed her mothers ass slowing her frantic pace. When her mother had slowed enough Olive reach underneath her mothers skirt and turned the vibrator off and slowly worked it in and out.“Okay mommy I want you to close your eyes and stay on all fours as still as you can, is that.