"Why can't you just go to my college" my daughter whined, "im going to miss you so much!" I'm sorry" sobbed Danielle. "I can't change now its too late..."After some more tears and sniffling, the girls finally settled down. My daughter, April, and my wife decided to go get some dinner for us and Danielle, as she was staying at our house for the weekend, while Danielle opted to have a shower and do her hair while they were gone.I sat in my armchair watching the game on TV when I heard the water. ”“That hasn’t stopped you before.”“… Uh, what?....”“Look, Donnie, you’re the only one I know who bends the filters on cigarettes and pinches the ends together. I spotted it first about three dates ago. Your filters were in my ashtray each time I woke up in a pool of cum. The second time, I was sure it was you, but when I got out of bed this morning, there it was again. You’ve been filling my old pussy every time I come home drunk. Well, son, if you want some tonight, I get to enjoy it, too.”She. ”“Well in that case, come over here and you can have a feel now.” With that, she lay down on the bed. He approached the bed, he half expected her to just let him touch her pubic hair, but to his surprise, she spread her knees apart and brought her legs up. This afforded him an unrestricted view of her crutch. He saw that her pubic of hair grew down underneath. There was so much, that he could hardly make out where her opening was.Placing his hand on her thigh, just inches away from her hair,. .. nothing severe ... but the shocks were becoming regular. Almost predictable. Harbingers of future events? Maybe or maybe not. It seemed like a good idea to keep moving. The voices in my head agreed ... keep moving.Getting the crew together, I put it to them.“I’m getting weird...” I started.“You can say that again,” from one of the girls. And everybody nodded.“As I was saying, I’m getting weird FEELINGS about the trip. You are college students. You should be learning to think. I want to put.