“You’re supposed to be my dad,” Sandi declared.“I am,” I replied, “But I am also a guy, so please indulge me,” I quickly shot back.Sandi... took the peanut butter jar from my hand.“Really,” Sandi declared, “Doesn’t mom keep you happy?”“Yes, she does,” I replied matter-of-factly. “But your mother is at work and I don’t need the tease.”“There’s no tease,” Sandi shot back. “I am what I am.”“Yes, you are,” I replied, playfully slapping her on her butt.“Hey,” Sandi shot back, “That’s off-limits!”I. Several times.As I came loads and loads, one woman let out a gasp. Another snorted inlaughter. I didn't hear anything from my mom or Kendall. I was tooembarrassed to turn around. Although they did abruptly stop touching me.Mom: Did he just do what I think he did?Kendall: Oh my god, he did. Didn't he? Just from that?Mom: Oh my god. Turn around boy. Let us see.Dreading this, I slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact with any ofthe women. My hands covered the front of the bikini.Mom: What are. The tent in his black pants showed that his desire was very real, and that I was just helping it along. Seeing a smirk on my face as well as noticing where my eyes had wandered, he chose a different method in undressing. One moment I was staring at his black-clad crotch, next I'm seeing him in all his glory. Hung well and shamelessly tan, his erection stood at attention. Laughing at my facial expression, I swallowed, and looked him in the eye, daring him; before my eyes wandered. He was. Morgan was justifying her fee. However, I could not fault the thoroughness.“Robert Price, semi-retired Architect, he’s fifty-two?” I asked although it was clear in the report that the man my wife was seeing was better than a decade older than myself.“Yes, but he’s quite vigorous and keeps himself in good physical condition.”“I can see that from the daily and weekly routines, you have provided me.”“You wanted detail. I got you detail.”I gave her a hard look. There was a definite attitude coming.