I wanted my Lindie on me. In my lap. I wanted my arms around her. I wanted to kiss her.I gave her hand a gentle tug. As I slid my chair back a little,... immediately understanding my request, she settled into me.Her arms came around my neck and our faces touched. Our lips engaged and her sweetness surged through me.Any remnants of the peace that eluded me for eons washed away as we sat there next to the other hugging pair, my mother and my little Lindie. My daughter ... Michelle.Lindie reached up. Calm down.’ I told her. I walked over to the car door. I saw a baby sleeping in a car seat. I pulled it from the steaming car and took the child to it’s mother. ‘OH THANK YOU… ‘ The woman cried. ‘Everything I own is in that fucking car,’ she started crying, ‘ how could he do this to me… how am I going to get home.’ Crying harder, she went on talking, ‘ after all I did for him… I gave up my life for himmm.’ She started to fall to her knees, when I reached to help her. Before I knew what was. Daddy leaned back against the wall and let me suck his big beautiful cock. I was so tingling between my legs that I wanted to touch myself but was afraid to do that. So to keep my hands busy I touched daddy's balls. They moved around in his sack as I played with them. I began to taste something a little salty as I kept sucking. Daddy's cock was pushing between my wet soft lips and gliding across my tongue. Suddenly I felt him tense and put his hands on my shoulders. He said something. Stan was a sixty-year-old guy and although he was nothing to talk about in the looks department, he was very well-off. Approaching forty-years of age, Gloria’s priorities had changed substantially and she was very happy with her newfound comfort. This also heralded a new era in Matty’s life because Gloria and Stan decided to retire in a far-off place, and as Gloria owned their apartment she allowed Matty to continue living there while finishing his college degree.With his newfound emancipation,.