She’d been supportive of her daughter, even when Megan wanted to lose the weight that Mom described as “healthy”. Mom had short black hair and ...eep hazel eyes. She could also be a bitch from the word “go”. At least, Mom could be a bitch to her. She never seemed to act that way toward Daddy. She probably treated Daddy like that behind closed doors, Megan figured.Megan had been two when her father died. It had been a car wreck. It was probably the reason that Mom became a bitch.Daddy had. She tilted her head back in pleasure and moan."Yesss.. That feeeels sooo goooood."I twirled my tongue around her nipple and then gently nibbled on it which made her just moan louder. I felt her hands grab my shoulders and pull me up. She kissed me so deep I thought her tongue would touch the back of my throat. Then she pulled my head back and whispered in my ear."I want you to fuck me... Now!"That was all I needed. I lifted myself off her and pulled her pants off. Her perfectly shaven pussy. I was finishing my third longneck when Jessica got home from school. There was no telling when the boys would be getting home. Usually they missed supper several times a week, and Marcie said nothing. I gave up arguing about it a long time ago."Hi dad. What are you doing home? Where's mom?"I struggled out of the recliner and gathered up my empties. "Your mother asked me to come home for lunch today so that she could tell me that she wanted a divorce." My words sounded a little slurred, even to. Lost in my thoughts I did not notice another presence. A pair of hands slowly settled on my shoulders. They moved all over my body, caressing me sensually. They slipped into my shirt. I was on fire, suddenly.It was amazing, that instant reaction to the unexpected. I would not open my eyes. I felt the warmth of the owner of the hands behind me. I was surprised to discover it was a woman.Suddenly there was a draft of air. The door behind had opened. I was gently drawn in and the door shut. The.