The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shi...t to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5,000.. It was hard concentrating on what I was doing as I watched my dad begin to suck and chew on her clit. Her body reacted immediately, causing her hips to rise up off the bed and louder moans from her throat. Babs' hips began working like an oil rig, pumping up and down as she built for another orgasm. Dad slipped two fingers into her pussy as he sucked on her clit and Babs exploded for her second orgasm. This time it was my dad got flooded and enjoyed drinking from the well of her sex.Dad lifted. "STUFF YOUR TONGUE UP ME.. HARD", she urged. I couldn't breathe I was dying!. Did she realise she was killing me?. I had to say the code word to make her stop, but all I could manage was "mmmpppppfffff". "Do it right or I wont let you breathe", she said. I forced my tongue out further than I had ever done and reached depths of her body I never thought possible. "Ooooohhhh", she said with deep satisfaction and released my head. Her juices covered my face, in my eyes, up my nose, matting my hair. .fuck.”“Well, it’s complicated baby. I’ll explain when I get back, but Shane said he’ll be around if you need something.” I thought to myself “No mom, the situation you are putting me in is fucking complicated.” Alone with a guy I still couldn’t get out of my head was a one-way road to some big problems.“Fine. Okay. Just make it quick.”I was so worked up that when I came home I started laying into Shane, again, but this time I was really pissed off. “You better tell me why my mother is going on.