" You'll *listen *to what really happened, then, Dad?!" she said, hopefully. "You'll *try *to believe me, even though it sounds So stupid?!" If it inv...olves my son, and it's *stupid *, I can believe it." I *keep *telling you: It's not my fault! These *stupid *things just keep happening to me!"The girl looked away from her dad. She wanted to sulk, to pout. But she thought it would make her feel like a girl. "But this is *way *beyond stupid, this time," she muttered, looking down at the shelf she. I went in and he went to the other side. I popped in my quarters and as I was unzipping my pants an old floppy dick came through the hole. I just heard “suck it boy.” I licked the head and watched it raise and raise and raise. The more I sucked the fatter it got and I was honestly surprised, he was a good 8 inches. He started pumping his dick through the hole into my mouth and I tasted some precum. Finally after 3 or so minutes he pushed and I heard him moan, he said don’t stop sucking. I felt. We were shown the guest room which was right next to theirs and after we got undressed and in the covers, we could hear them talking about sex and we heard our names come up. After a few more minutes, there was a knock at our bedroom door and when I told them to come in, the door opened and there stood Sara wearing only a skimpy ass nightgown that barely covered her pussy and tits! She said she wanted to ask a question and told us that she and Jim had heard through the g****vine that my wife. I’m so young she thinks he’d never be interested in me. I’ve hardly done anything in my life and look at him; John would never even consider me as a girlfriend she thinks and Marella dismisses her wild fantasy of being with John and seducing him they way she would love to seduce him. Marella ponders how she can help John relax, but knows she’s too young to be the answer to his problems. That is why she has asked John if she can invite one of her English professors, Christina, who is a.