“Yes I do. I’ve been terrible to you,” she answers as she walks straight into the kitchen and gets something from the fridge. “Go watch some ...V,” she says as she shows you your favourite drink in her hand and grabs a glass. “I know there’s football on, I’ve already put the right channel on.” “If you want to apologize, then talk to me. Don’t treat me like some sort of king, because I’m not one. I’ve made mistakes as well.” “I will talk, but please, let me say sorry the way I want to,”. ’ He said to her simply: ‘Mrs. L, you certainly smell nice.’ It startled her so much that she stopped, and stared at him for just a moment, and then blushed and said ‘thank you, Wayne,’ before she walked away. When she got into the house, she was angry with herself. ‘Fine be a slob in your funk,’ she said with asperity, ‘But that doesn’t mean that the place where you live needs to look like the huns have been here.’ It was one of the first times in a long time that she remembered anything that. It was a very hot day, I pulled up in the drive and his car was there, I knew mum was not about, she had flown off to the USA with her mates and that left dad and I to fend for ourselves, as I entered the house I called for dad but didn’t get an answer, looking about I found him on the patio sunbathing in his skimpy trunks, my heart missed a beat as Carla’s words came flashing across my mind, sex with your dad, “hi sweet heart, where have you been” he asked looking over his sunglasses,. My orgasm hurtled closer and closer. Her fingers drove me towards that amazing moment.I broke the kiss and, staring into her brown eyes, moaned, “Make me cum. I need it. I need to explode on your fingers.”“Yes, Elizabeth!” she gasped, her body trembling. “Just surrender to your passion. Please, please, you need to do it! I need to apologize!”Her thumb and finger pinched my clit. I gasped at the surge of pleasure. It was something I’d never done to myself. It was amazing. She rolled my little.