”“How many pennies?”She counted. “Eleven.”“If we have more than ten pennies, what do we do?” Mattie counted ten pennies from her pile, s...id them back and retrieved a second dime. She looked up at him. “Very good. How many dimes?”“Two.”“And how many pennies?”“One.”“If you have two in the tens’ place and one in the ones’ place, what number is it?”Mattie furrowed her brow in thought. “Twenty-one,” she finally said.“Bravo! I think that’s enough for now. I can tell you’re getting tired.”“You can. There’s nothing like a couple of hot chicks going at it to make an old man’s dick stiff again. I sat and watched, slowly polishing my hard on until I just had to get involved. Kneeling just in front of Deb’s face, Deb looked up at me, her make-up all smeared and let out a long slow moan. Her little body bucked as her body gave into her third or fourth orgasm of the evening. Deb rolled off of her step-mother’s body leaving me with the wide open thighs of this gorgeous mature woman. “Oh. Mom’s family is German, I can’t recall if they immigrated before the First World War, or the Second. My Dad’s family is Swedish, they’ve lived in the Seattle area for more than a hundred years. Mom lives in Ballard, that’s a neighborhood north of downtown Seattle. We lost touch with his family when my parents divorced in ninety six. He was a crab fisherman, and went missing when his boat sank in Alaskan waters five years ago. He always called me Daddy’s Little Girl, but I hadn’t seen him much. " I was brought to my senses by the sudden rumble of the garage door. I started to stand but the memory of Larry's advice made me sit back and melt into the ugly upholstery. My nerves calcified as I heard Holly come through the garage door. She was talking on her cell phone. "I'm not sick, I'm pregnant." Holly said as she put the grocery bags on the granite countertop. She turned around and leaned against the counter. She was touching the side of her cheek as she held her phone to her ear and.