He relaxed slightly as she continued to tease at his erection, then shifted his legs for her as her palm descended to stroke his pressing shaft throug... the material. It was a muted, burning pleasure, and he groaned in response—all notions of responsibility had fled with the blood coursing down his body. He looked over her face and down her body, no longer hiding his lecherous stares. The beauty of her astounded him. He felt a pang for all his youth now lost, all the girls he’d loved from afar. She’s nice and she has the best intentions, but my nephew deserves better than her as his parent.”“And yet I suspect that there is something else that you are worried about. I think I can guess, but tell me.”“Yes, I am worried. I worry that my middle-aged, grieving father might be so foolish as to marry Zophia. She’s a beautiful teenager with a tight and willing body and who happens also to be the mother of one of his children. I worry not only because my father has a cock, but more that he has. It was empty. Fuck. Bev remembered just a little too late how bored she’d been putting away her laundry last night. Evidently, she’d been a little too bored to pay close attention to what she was doing, and the part of her that belonged to Mona had decided to put her panties and bra somewhere else. Bev looked up at the clock again and grimaced. Admittedly, she was her own boss, it wasn’t like she was going to get in trouble for showing up late. Or even taking a day off to get to know her. “Doesn’t matter,” I shrugged. After some leftover pasta from last night, I went to the living room to play some XBox while she cleaned up the dishes. She came over twenty minutes later, with her phone in her hand. She propped herself on the opposite end of the couch with both knees up, feet digging into the couch. For a few seconds I caught a glimpse under her shirt, whatever she had on, it was black. I readjusted my position on the couch, tucking my boner up into my waistline so she wouldn’t.