"A customer," I said.She looked up and waved at the girl. "No, my relief," she said. She looked at my cup and saw I hadn't touched the coffee, "I don'... live far from here, if you'll give me a ride home, I'll make you a cup of good coffee. Besides, it will save me seventy-five cents on cab-fare."I nodded and raised my palms."I'll just be a couple of minutes," she said as she left the table and started talking to her relief.I had no doubt she had been working before I came in, I could see the. What I'm leading up to is, that Thursday night, Richie was being a brat again and wasn't going to go to bed unless we all went with him. Never before in my life had I shared a bed with my father, and yet I don't know why we were so apprehensive about it. Once Richie was curled up between my mom and dad like he was every night, he whined and whimpered until I did the same. Only then was he happy enough that he relaxed, and was out like a light when he finally closed his eyes.I admit I found it. All the time she managed to look like the proper, preacher's wife that she was. No one even raised an eye brow at her and some of the younger girls even looked scared as she looked at them. If only they knew what was going through my mind, she thought as she pictured the two brunettes on their hands and knees between her thighs, licking and fingering her dripping pussy until she came.Another deep breath, and she went into the dining room, carrying the plates with her. Since it was Friday night,. She’s the only person I truly care about.Me: I know how you feel. But my little girl is incredibly shy. I don’t think she’d ever want to do any of that kind of stuff.Graham: Well maybe you should just bite the bullet sometime. Has she ever seen you naked?Me: No! No, not that I know of!Graham: Well given her age, she’s no doubt gotta be curious right? And if her mother hasn’t taught her about this stuff, then maybe she’s waiting for you to talk with her instead.Me: Oh!Graham: It’s incredible.