There are no dealerships locally so I checked the yellow pages. There were a half dozen motorcycle mechanics listed but only one locally. The rest wer... fifty or sixty miles away. I called C. C. Davis Motorcycle repair and talked to the lady that answered the phone. She listened patiently as I went over my list of repairs and told me to bring the bike on over, that they could take care of it. Since I no longer had a truck, I decided to ride it over there and asked if there was someone who could. I made a pretense of pulling her blanket straight and quickly left the room.After that my daughter seemed to change into a even more seductive and enticing young lady. When I walked down the hallway, the bathroom door would open, and my daughter, wearing only a towel, would suddenly squeeze past me on her way back to her room. Almost always she would brush against me with only the towel tightly wrapped around her body. Now and then her towel loosened and fell open, giving me a glance at her. He whispered in my ear, "Do you want me take you to my room and fuck you?"I could barely say, "Yes, please." I was focused so much on his body, and how good it felt pressed against me. Keeping me in his arms he moved to his room. Once in his room he laid me on my back, and pulled my shorts and panties off in one yank. He instantly buried his face into my warm wet pussy. He continued to lick, suck, and gently bite me until I came. I was starving for a cock. I undid his belt, he kicked his boots. Kathy wasn't trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, which sounded like they were discussing boys in school, but since they weren't talking softly, she could hear what they were saying. She had just shut off the light and started up the stairs with the laundry basket when something Megan said stopped her dead in her tracks. Moving slowly back into the unlit laundry room, Kathy stood in shock as Megan spoke."You remember that day when you me and Jessica were by my uncle's house using the pool.