And sometimes, in the dark of a children's playground, she decided shewould sleep with him. Shannon was no virgin. She had been with five mensince her...divorce, and three of them had been one-night stands.But there was something familiar about Derrick. He laughed at the rightmoments, and he was sweet, and he listened when she talked. As itturned out, he could kiss gently, like a whisper, and he could kissforcefully, like a Hun invading a village. There was no embarrassmentto Derrick for being. "I know, I know, but..." Yeah," I said, "you don't want to get pregnant. You don't want to start having sex, because we'll wind up doing it without protection. You don't want to take a chance. Well, what about me?"Sharon looked up at me with her brown eyes. She hugged me, pressing her breast against my chest. Her legs were wrapped around one of mine, her crotch against my thigh. I knew she was as excited as I was-- almost as much, anyway."I don't know, baby," she said. "I want to do it, you. "You're a beautiful young girl, people will get suspicious." Fuck 'em," I answered, "let them think what they like." Yes," you said, "but with my age and your age, we have to think about these things." There was a pause, I could feel you were about to say something. "I think you should get a boyfriend."I wanted to cry, I felt sick, I still had your cum inside me and you were dumping me. "You mean break up?" I asked."No Stace, no, not at all, anything but that," you said, turning to me, wrapping. I watched as if in slow motion, her upturned face and pink lips were being crushed by his, their tongues meshing, my daughter was not concerned for what appeared to a ****, she was reaching for his cock, and I could feel her determination as she brushed her hand against my pubis and grip him hard, and I felt helpless as she pulled him free from my crotch.I was squeezing his fat rod of hot flesh, feeling my daughters strength of need, as his cock broke free of me and started opening her labia,.