She wore a long t-shirt; I couldn't see if she was wearing panties. I could, however see how her beautiful young tits were straining against the soft ...otten fabric, nipples totally erect."Can I help you get to sleep, Daddy?" she asked demurely. She bent her left leg and arched her left foot, toes pointing as they touched the floor, posing for me. Where do females learn to do that? It it innate, instinctive, or something their mothers teach them to drive men insane?"Uh, it's, ah, all right,. Puccini’s music always makes the same impact on me.I have been exposed to these notes a zillion of times, and I cannot resist it. I am trapped.I stand in the corner of the gallery, one of my favorite places. It is one of the few places where standing people have a full picture of the interaction between characters.On my right side, a young woman moves closer to me. She tries to have a better picture as she cannot see the right side of the stage. I barely see her silhouette. She is quite shorter. Delighted in fact.I said I might let him fuck me in the ass,but I wasn't sure. No worries he said,we'll go at your pace.Lastly I said,no kissing,no way.Mike was fine with that.So that Saturday I turned up at his house at just after ten.I brought a nice bottle of wine.He laughed,said this wasn't a date.We watched match of the day and soon finished the wine.Then we had a few beers.He made me feel very at ease.Then he said he was going to have a shower.He said if you want to leave while I shower. His mother, even if she just suspected Alex was cheating, was not a ‘stand by your man’ type of woman. She would drop him like a bad habit. It didn’t take long for the son to come up a way to create the incident which would cause his mother to file for divorce. This was thanks to a second thing which worked in his favor: he and his father were the same clothes size. Peter smiled to himself.The next day he called his girlfriend, Amy. “Hey babe, aren’t your folks going out this Saturday night.”.