Barefoot, and still dressed in her work clothes of slacks and pullover sweater, she seemed much younger and shorter than he remembered. They looked at... each other briefly, then she said, “Hi.”“Hi. I got your note.”“Yeah. You want to come in?” Tina stepped back, and Sam entered the small foyer, and Tina closed the door on her landlady’s curious stare. “I’m glad you could come by.”Sam gave Tina a curious look. “I wasn’t sure.”Tina wrinkled her brow. “What do you mean?”“Well, today, you were so. "Yeah, what are you getting at?" Ok, here is my idea. Instead of having sex in the traditional, loving missionary position where we end up staring lovingly into each other eyes, we do it doggy style. You get fucked like you want and we don't form any emotional entanglements that could mess up our family relationship." Ok I know, not the best idea in the world. I do care for her like a father and fathers do have sex with their daughters. It's just wrong.The light came on for both of them at the. The whole town knew the weather was coming and Mom had a date to go to what had been set up as a White Christmas dinner at one of the fancy hotel ballrooms that were popular in the late 1940's. It was a Friday night. After Mom left, Martha Jane darkened our bedroom and sat on the bed with me, watching the snow. The bed was in its usual place in that little room, pushed lengthwise against the wall alongside the big double window. We leaned on the window sill and talked and watched the falling. I was suck and licking his cock and trying to fit as much as I could into my hungry mouth. He told me to wait and had me stand up and he took me by the hand into the bedroom he told me to take of my clothes and I did exactly what he said. He laid me onto the bed and got on top of me kissing me and grinding his cock against mine that was rock hard by now. He said I am going to make you very happy and you are going to please me because that is what you want to do, right. I said YES, I want to.