Lauralee thought this was as it should be, that they were more than technical relatives, but blood sisters who shared the same lovers, and shared them...selves, also. She didn't need more than this rare closeness, more than the man and boy who would fuck her in all possible ways, more than the woman who was yet a stranger to her, but who was waiting in the wings to add another intriguing dimension to the lovemaking. Certainly, Lauralee didn't need her former husband. He was gone, and with a little. Right up until he realized he only had an hour before he had promised to meet Ashley at the gas station uptown!Pete rushed out of the house, his hair still wet from his shower, still pulling his shirt down his lean, bruised, scar laced body. He had never bothered to really look at himself, so he barely understood why the neighbor, Mrs. Bradley, a kind, matronly, septuagenarian, who was out getting her morning paper gave him such a stare as he passed her, while straightening out his clothes.. After repeatedly refusing drinks from these guys, we finally decided why not since we had a designated driver and a room to stay in if we so chose. Kate and I ended up joining in the pool game and were really enjoying ourselves hanging out with these four guys. In between Harry's phone calls he tried to play a game too. We never noticed that most of the house had emptied we were so engrossed in 9-ball. I finally got to try out my skills from a billiard class and was actually winning against. "I love," I said and kissed her tummy making her cry out softly."Are you going to fuck me Dad?" she asked."No, I'm not going to fuck you Laurel," I said watching as her face fall. "I'm going to make love to you." I don't understand, what's the difference?" she asked her face lighting up again."Fucking is where you put your pleasure first, making love is when you put your partners pleasure before yours," I explained as I saw things. "That's not to say we won't fuck at times, as it can be as much.