We both love you very much but it's just that we don't really like each other very much anymore....we have grown so far apart that I don't think we co...ld ever even love each other again....She looks up at her father as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She cries as she finally speaks, daddy.....I understand but that's not the only thing that's bothering me... He sits up and looks at her deeply. She looks at her dad and finally gets the words out, at the rest stop dad...that was me...I was. Worse, it'll cost you and your parents money.You'd done your best though... there's a college one state over that has a sociology scholarship for you, not that you care for the subject. You'll just milk it however you can while you figure something out... the only problem is, you will be moving away from everything you know.What did you care about here-?Well, it's mostly you; you're a good looking guy, a little over six feet tall. You have dyed black hair and masculine, slightly gaunt facial. I use to take advantages too, I ask to give massage, ask her about any need of money she readily pleases me. She gives a good mind refreshing massage every evening after we reach home, and after coming back from my shop she do all the naughty freaks. She wears her sari very low waist, and try to expose her boobs and butts in semi nude, she bends forward such a way that only her nipples were covered and she bend backward such a way that her butts are appealing come and grill me. Some time she. This kindly, yet horny, old woman loved the golden shower? "Mmm, you left me so thristy, Mel," she said sweetly, her lips glistening with my urine. "I'm glad I could also help you out with that," I replied, still amazed by her actions. The rest of the encounter was nothing special. Nothing else happened, and she told me she was expecting company, so she had to wash up. I had asked her if I could shower with her, since I was feeling a little dirty too, but she said no I had to go. BUT she.