If there’s something you’re worried about me seeing, you probably shouldn’t sign it.” She thought about that for a moment before nodding. “W...ll, OK – but you have to promise not to get upset.” I hadn’t really been worried before; now I was. “You do know I’m not the type of person that gets upset easily, right?” She smiled, and I reached out and stroked her cheek before sliding my fingers back and through her thick, dark hair until they rested on the back of her neck, and she leaned her cheek. She had changed her clothes and was lying there barefooted in a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt. The teen looked up at Joey and asked, “Does my mother give good blowjobs?”“Yes, she does,” Joey answered, and then asked the teen, “Why do you ask?”“I know that she did it for my father sometimes, and I am fairly sure she had done it with other men before she married my father. I was just wondering. From a conversation I overheard one night, I know she was not a virgin when they got married, and that. I suppose the visibility might have been a hundred yards.A figure loomed (I seem to be using that word a lot, but what else can I use?) out of the mist. I removed my helmet.“Hello! I thought I heard something!” A woman’s voice, mellow, clear. She drew closer and I could see she was elderly, though still attractive. She must have been quite the beauty in her youth; now she was still slim and upright, with a close trimmed helmet of pure white hair surrounding a weathered face with laughter-lines.. Daddy took my hand and escorted me inside and even with the heels I was dwarfed by his size. Daddy stood another 9 inches over my small 5 foot 7 frame so he towered over me making me feel even less masculine than I already felt. His broad shoulders and thick frame just made me feel more insecure and afraid. While I weighed little more than 160lbs, Daddy easily rang in at close to 300lbs of muscle and fat with a noticeable gut that hung over his belt line as a reminder of his age and that his.