”“I only have daughters, Bob,” deadpanned George.“That’s beside the point!” parried Dad, as the other guys erupted in laughter. “Come on..., Charlie, we have better things to do than waste time with these degenerates.”We strode across the living room and then out the large sliding door to the deck. Stepping outdoors, the warm sun felt delicious on my skin, and a gentle breeze highlighted the moist areas remaining on my body. I followed Dad as he turned left and stepped off the deck en route to a. “Jessica, when do you go back to Indianapolis?” Sofia asked.“October 4th,” she said. “I start my surgery sub-I the following Monday.”“We need to talk!” Leila said.“You’re third year pre-med?” Jessica asked.“Yes. Both Alejandra and me. Just like Sofia.”“There isn’t much to say at this point except make sure you keep your average as high as possible and get good letters of recommendation. Once you get into medical school, I can give you some advice.”“What’s it like to actually be involved in. And, the man was still just down the hall. But her mom had opened up and been amazingly honest, so she could be, too.She nodded, “Yes. Old boyfriends sometimes. Parties where everyone is sharing and experimenting.” She looked up at her mom and no longer felt intimidated or awkward about her being naked. “Sometimes I have wondered if I was just a slut. Is that what I am?”Erin hugged her tight and stroked her arm. She sighed, “Like mother … like daughter, I think. What is a slut, anyway? A woman. So close and yet so far, my frustration was palpable, he knew he had me spinning I wanted to be fucked and started to get angry with everything.He shushed me, soothing my furrowed brow, kissing and licking me, then he reached out and whispered, 'Did you see 'Last Tango in Paris'? I groaned I had not.'Marlin Brando fucked her up the ass, and she came', he said, and as he did I could feel the coolness of the butter being massaged onto and into my backdoor secret passage.It felt erotic knowing he.