With each step, Michelle was deathly afraid that a board might squeak. She managed to reach the bottom of the steps without retreating in fear. The li...ing room door was open but she did not hear the TV. Instead, she heard a rapid slapping sound. She reached her head around the door. There lying on the couch was her father. His robe was open wide and his shorts were on the floor alongside.Michelle held her breath. As she watched in wide-eyed amazement, her father had his 'thing' in his hand and. She shocked me once again as her right hand glided over the cotton fabric covering my straining rod, giving it a slight squeeze as she looked me in the eyes. "Can I see it?"Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Bell eased the fingers of both hand inside the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my ass slightly, as if in a trance, as she fully exposed my package as she slid my shorts down. "My, you're very well developed for your age, Bobby, I'm impressed!"Sara's hands both went to the back of her. Later still. Lindy still upstairs, hid away. Mom was getting anxious. ?We?ve got to pull the trigger,? she said. ?I don?t want her running away in the night.?Pete, he nodded. Barb went into the hallway. Called, ?Alright, young lady! Time to stop sulking! Downstairs, now!?No answer. So Pete took up the call. ?Lindy? Your mom is right! You get down here before we change our minds! Your college fund is hanging by a thread!??Let it fucking hang!? she called back.That did it for mom. ?Lindy!? she. We had a quaint life back then. We lived in this house, which we had bought together with our savings. Everyday when we got home we enjoyed spending all of our time together. It seemed like no matter what we were doing we were always together. Then one day we got into an argument. I can?t even remember what it was about, but I can remember what was said. We said mean things to each other, but what set her off was when I told her she was acting like a little girl. I remember her face turning a.