“Yeah!”“It looks like we’ll be getting our own breakfast this morning.”I pointed at my used bowl and spoon. “I’ve already eaten.”Dad g...ared at the evidence. “You didn’t clean up after yourself.”I shrugged and pointed at my occupied lap. “I got Angified before I could clean up. I’ll do it later.”“Never mind! I’ll do it,” grumbled Dad.He picked up my plate and looked at Angie.“Have you eaten breakfast yet, Angelcakes?”“Nope!”“What do you want, cereal or toast or beetles?”I screwed my face up at. “But I still wouldn’t believe you were a nympho.”She grimaced and lit another cigarette.“Okay, how about this?” she said.She leaned forward with her elbows on the table and stared at me eagerly.“I took an Uber to get here tonight,” she said, “I sat in the front seat, not the back. The guy driving looked surprised but he didn’t say anything.“I could tell he liked the way I looked as soon as I laid eyes on him. He gave me the once over like all guys do. Then he tried to look innocent and turned. ’ Tears started to flow down her flushed face again. Unable to do anything but offer a shoulder to cry on, I pulled her closer and rocked her until she calmed down. ‘Then he started accusing me of stuff and we both started yelling until he got up and left.’ ‘What did he accuse you of?’ She chuckled humorlessly, ‘He accused me of cheating on him, of causing all his problems. I’m surprised he didn’t accuse me of global warming.’ I chuckled, ‘Hey, at least you haven’t lost your sense of. My arms were holding me on the ground and my legs stretched out on the other side. I don’t know how she maneuvered it, but my cock, still soft, was between her legs, and as she pressed them together she held me with my prick and balls rubbing against those stocking thighs.Now at this point, I have stopped sucking on my bottle and feeling very wet between my legs I am enraptured by your story right now. I feel the throbbing in my cunt start as I imagine you getting your first spanking.She.