." An exercise? Sure, there are lots of exercises a girl your age could do. No time like the present to start some good workout habits." Well, um, Dad..., I wonder if you know of a particular exercise." Try me, Tammy," he said, sitting up on the bench thing."Well, um, is there anything I can do to make my butt better?" What's wrong with your butt, Tam?" Well, it's a kid's butt. Somebody said it's a boy's butt. I want to look more like a woman. A sexy woman." I could feel my face burning.Dad kind. Amy: Now, we don't need diet pills... Michael: Or new model sports cars... Amy: No traffic fatalities, no smog... Michael: No Bloody Mary's... Amy: No more hangovers from too many Bloody Mary's"Nice ad lib, Amy!" Kevin said.Michael: No more movies or TV... Amy: No more 'Modern Family' or 'Glee'... Michael: Hey, I'll miss Glee — Santana was Hot... "Slap him for that, Amy," Kevin said.She did, as she went on:Amy: No more reruns of ... anything... Michael: No more Teflon-coated stainless steel. She pulled my boxer down. And while stroking my hard dick, she was looking at me. In my eyes. You know sex is best when someone is looking in your eyes. She started jerking it. She was taking her saliva in hand and rubbing my dick. Finally she took it in her mouth. Ohhh what a feel. One hand on dick and dick in mouth. Reciprocating it very well. Her hot saliva was making me crazy. Ahhh mmm.In between she was sucking my big balls. She told me I have very big balls and she love it. She was. Their search had been hampered at first by the darkness of the stormy night, and then by the storm knocking out the neighborhood's streetlights. But the porch light of Van's house illuminated the address, as well as the front door that was splintered and standing open."Damn," breathed Sammy, "he's already here."When Sandy's car pulled to the curb, Pete cut the lights of his police cruiser, while continuing to slowly approach it from behind. When he was as close as he dared go without being.