”A young woman enters. She too is naked. And Black. She introduces herself. “I’m Lisa. I work with your husband at the office. He’s always tel...ing us about you. I thought it was time we met…”The mood is right. She brought champagne and three glasses. What the hell?Lisa’s pretty. Her breasts aren’t as large as yours but her pubis is trimmed prettily and she has the nicest little navel in the room She seats herself on the edge of the tub, soaks her feet alongside your own as she fills the glasses. Though I certainly considered myself open-minded, and certainly not one of those kinds of dads that couldn't be open when it came to sexual discussions or topics, I wasn't sure I was prepared to hear whatever it was I was about to, and nearly turned away from her door."Certainly nothing like I expected," I heard my daughter saying. "His cock was hard, really hard!"I felt my legs leaden, wishing I could tear myself away from the spot they had suddenly become glued to."How big was it?" Trina. Fred Sherman’s fib of a few days before—and Cal’s accompanying one by his silence—came back to her. She thought about Junior, probably already at the Dew Drop waiting for her.“Well, he’s not really waiting for me. He’s just there available for me to meet up with him.”She scolded herself for letting Fred’s wise-guy joke lure her into a state of discontent. Maybe Junior was an option she settled for, and Junior settled for her. Cal had no options to settle for at all, so Roxie considered herself. Angela knew that her son knew. What she didn't know though was whether he was trying to hide that he knew or he was trying too hard to show it. Either way, it didn't matter. The fact that his response wasn't negative was a positive. All that was on her mind as she taught her son to cook, 'unintentionally' brushing her arm against his unnecessarily and smothering him with a new found affection, was how she could make a move. Noah tensed up every time his mother's hands brushed against his, every.