Mom was watching and not getting mad.“Your mom and I would like me to teach you about sex,” he said, caressing my thigh. “How to please a man. Y...our future husband.”“It’s something your father and I think you need,” Mom added from where she watched us.I swallowed, my mind racing. He couldn’t mean what I thought he meant, what I hoped he meant. I didn’t feel any shame about my desires for Daddy. I wanted him so badly. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a dream. I had to be. .. I just ... some things have been going on." Spill..." he said, taking a seat next to me at our bar-ish thing. It was in the kitchen, a high table-ish thing with little bar stools. More like a little island in the middle. He got up again to pour himself some coffee."Luke and I kind of broke up." No way!" Way." What happened? Last time I checked, you guys were perfect." Yeah, perfect ... whatever." Brooke left to go change some sheets in the guest rooms, and I told him the whole story before. "You're so good at this."She pulled off her negligee with one hand and kept frigging me with theother. I didn't dare make my g-spot any larger or more sensitive or shemight finger me into a coma. She put her hand on mine as she movedcloser. I dropped the device as she pulled my hand toward those soakingpanties. She wiggled closer and our nipples touched. Her hand took myfinger and she manipulated it so that I was touching her just like shewas touching me."MMmmm, just like that," she. With her lovely body, I like that.My arrival at home got me the question from Fred on how it went. I told him nothing more than I expected, but I did not tell him she made me wet. When Fred was down on me that night, I wondered how Sandra would feel down there rather than Fred. One thing she cannot do is penetrate me as Fred can. Love that man with his hard something in me.*At my next appointment, I decided to wear a dress to my knees, and I decided to show a little cleavage. I was going to.