Mrs. Alexander took a deep breath and examined Lauren for a moment."I saw Josh kiss you last night," she said without emotion.The words put a chill up...her back, but she maintained eye contact. "Yes, we kissed." And so much more upstairs, she thought with a thrill."When I have you over here to watch the girls, I don't want you distracted by Josh." Her words were clipped like she was angry for some reason."I understand. It won't be a problem." Lauren tried to keep her voice steady.Mrs. Alexander. My tummy was rumbling. I was really nervous; what if he rejected me properly and sent me away? It was a big risk but I had to find out if he felt the way I did and the way he had looked when we parted.Rising slowly from my bed, I padded silently across the carpet to my bedroom door, opened it and stepped out onto the landing. By the time I reached Dad’s door, I was getting cold feet but the feeling inside me wouldn’t let me back out.My heart was thumping and I felt sick with nerves as I turned. 'No Daddy', I answered half truthfully, as I had felt a part penetration, though one of his ejaculating between my labia, it never really felt like a full penetration and the traditional breaking my hymen, signifying the loss of my virginity, it still felt as if he violated the sanctity by parially poking my hole, so I just say no, and get it out of the way, and accept my cunt is open for business.He started at it, and his hand rose, I assumed he was reaching for the cold beer I held out to. Whenever my husband wasn't home, I would be at a race track, a dog track or one of the Indian casinos. Texas Hold 'em, craps, blackjack, roulette. I skipped the slot machines. And like the worst kind of addict, when I lost, which mathematically had to be a majority of the time, I would increase my bets to get even.I did have enough sense to avoid the Martingale, which is the most idiotic betting style the exists in the world – except for Russian Roulette, of course – but other than that,.