"Me too. What are you going to do about your father?" God. You would have to ask me that, wouldn't you?" Yes, I would. You know you've been avoiding f...cing him. And you know you can't go on this way." I know. It's just that he's so different from the Daddy I grew up with. I'm a little scared to talk to him." I'll be there if you want, Hon." I don't know. I'll have to think about that." You know you need to make up with him before this weekend, don't you?" No. What's so special about this. Her skin flushed again as she gasped and arched a bit. Eva turned her head the slightest bit more to look at him over her shoulder and knew as she did that her eyes carried the same faint plea she’d seen in her reflection only moments before. He held her gaze but didn’t touch her again and Eva felt as if her skin had come alive. She knew it was ridiculous, but she had the sudden feeling that she’d die if he didn’t touch her soon. ‘Put your hands on the glass,’ he said quietly, his voice. But, after awhile we started chatting more once that tension was gone. I got a good sense from her and I offer to buy some dinner since it was hitting the evening and she agreed. Of course, my mind is racing thinking the first obstacle is done with. Not really know the area, I asked her was she in the mood for at the same time a nice, sort of formal place. She gets into my car and tells me wear to go. We finally hit our destination, a nice family own Italian restaurant, I was for a secluded. This couple is unique, because they are a 62-year-old woman and her 40-year-old daughter. Both are married, and both (like my younger daughter and me) are bi-sexual. Both are married, and neither husband knows that they play with other women. I met the daughter first, while she was waiting for her mother to finish a tennis lesson at our athletic club. My boyfriend was taking a spinning class, and I was waiting for him. I told her that I had seen her there before, and asked if she was taking any.