"What's wrong daddy?" I asked."I can't believe I just do my daughter that I loved how she sucked my dick," he said.I too laughed."Well I did ask," I t...old him."In that case, you did a great job. I just wished your mother would do that. She never sucks me anymore," he said."Yea I see why. Even with the wall between us you still made me gag. I don't think I could have swallowed it all if I tried," I admitted."You still did a great job. Thanks Honey," he replied.My eyes glanced down again at my. Um, I think I'll take a few minutes upstairs if you two don't mind delaying our supper a bit. Just give me a bit, okay?" her mom said and left the kitchen."You know, Mom's by herself, she doesn't have a man in her life. Would you, um, would you think it awful if I suggested that you go up and, well, help her with whatever she's doing upstairs?"Chapter 2That was a request I never saw coming. I stood there, my mind swirling, as I asked her, "Um, help her masturbate or something else?" Whatever. "We aren't, either," was her reply.After the wedding, we adjourned to the reception, where Krystal, along with her boyfriend, Dale, Karla, and I were seated near the bridal table. Early in the evening, the deejay played an appropriate song, as Jenna and her new husband did their bridal waltz around the floor. Then, he invited everyone else up to join the happy couple in a slow dance. "Dance with me?" Karla said, giving me a smile. "My pleasure, young lady," I responded.We got up together, and. Except our parents, of course."Because we can see each other's houses through the woods, Christopher came up with the idea of signaling each other with a single candle in the window that we're in the mood for a secret rendezvous. I know, we could just call each other on the phone, but this is more romantic." What a charming tradition," said Audrey. "If--"The woman's voice suddenly cut off, to be replaced by the sound of something shuffling around outside, scratching at the door. It sounded.