“Men are WAY worse,” Elyse laughed. “You guys will do ANYTHHING if you think there’s a chance you’ll get laid!”“Maybe SOME guys,” I co...ntered. “What have I done that I didn’t like to do to get laid?”“Evidence suggests that’s true,” she allowed. “So present company excepted!”“Thank you,” I said sardonically.We spent the rest of the morning with the kids in the sunroom, eating lunch at 11:30am. We cleaned up, then put the kids down for their afternoon naps. I read The Economist until the doorbell. After she left again He turned to me and smiled. "Pretty girl. Isn't she slut"? "Yes she is" i replied. " I wonder what she tastes like" He said. i saw His mind wonder off into dreamland and i know He was undressing Marie in his mind. Then all of a sudden my pussy start to vibrate. i sat up straighter and my eyes opened wide. i let out a little moan and Daddy giggled. "Feels good doesn't it slut"? "Yes", i answered in gasps. Not being able to talk much. He pulled out a control. It looked like he was lurking in the yard. Did he see me? Was he spying on me? Should I cover up or pretend not to see him? Damn, what should I do?I had a split second to make a decision. I normally would have covered up but being topless in the warm sun I was feeling a bit risqué. I liked Alex’s father and I knew he liked to watch me, so why not tease him and let him have a peek. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. As I laid there I began to feel a rush of excitement. I liked the idea. I assume she was working on how she could move me.“Most lamia wrap us up in their arms and carry us well above the ground,” I offered, “plus they carry us sideways, chest one arm, legs the other, tougher to wiggle loose that way.”She looked flustered for a moment. Then she looked down and to the side a bit, blushing. It occurred to me that she was probably self-conscious of her breasts, which would be pressed up against me if she carried me in the manner I described.I was about to speak again.