My mom turned on the radio to her favorite station that played 80's music all day, and I let my mind wander. I began to think about my dad. My parents... divorced when I was six. They were both 20 when I was born. They met in college. I never really new my dad that well. I know he comes from a wealthy family. I only hear from him on my birthday and Christmas when he calls me. I know that he left my mom for some model and moved to Los Angeles where he works as a movie producer. At least he still. “You're pretty confident for someone your age,” I said in what I hoped was a breezy tone.He raised an amused eyebrow. “How old do you think I am?”“I know how old you are, Jacob Lighterstone.”“You do, Honey Amberson?”I thought for a moment. “You know Stella, right?”“Your best friend Stella?”“She is a year younger than I am. And Gaby is her youngest sister, so she's nine years younger than Stella.”Jacob nodded. “And Gaby and I were in the same class since preschool, so we're the same age.”“26.”“A. She is wiggling her ass tohelp work me in. I just start to pump her tight hole. When I hear a noise down stairs. “Jo someones coming.” I pull out and get off her. “Shit.” she says andquietly hurrys to her room. I hear foot steps on the stairs. They pass my door. I hear mom say“Jolene, Jolene.” Jo answers, “Yes aunt Nita.” “I hate to wake you, but Ifelt the need to talk to you.” “No problem what the matter?” “I spoke toRichard earlier, but I feel I should talk to you too.” “Why is there. But we have learned some fun tricks, huh Dad?”My daughter was kneeling on the bed, naked, a very wet finger running around her button. As she asked her question, her tits bounced as she did with youthful exuberance. Her nipples were stiff. I was far too aware of these facts, and I was having a lot of trouble thinking beyond them. I knew it was wrong, but my little girl was lovely and sexy, and had just given me an expert blow job. I thanked God that Delia had put the breakfast tray down across.