I always love to hear about an event she has had without me even knowing at all. She said you remember when I had that white Volkswagen? Yeah I said w...hy? She said well Tim called me one day around lunch time and said he was taking the rest of the day off and wanted to go to the lake. He went on to say meet me at the Church off hwy 41 and ride up there with me. She said OK give me about twenty minutes to get up there. She said she put on her newest bikini and grabbed a towel and headed out. I. I like a man who talks in short commanding sentences. I held out my phone while he held me tightly. His hand fitted snugly under my breast. As the timer counted down I inhaled his musky cologne. It's usually me selling dreams, but this time it was me who wanted to buy what he was offering.He led me through the crowd of disappointed men. But I hardly even noticed them. I only had eyes for him. I had even forgotten about Monica. But i'm sure she was enjoying herself.We found a private booth. It. This is your own daughter! my head screamed. But visions of her youthful beauty, tainted by alcoholic influences, and her body nearly melted to mine, caused an infernal mental and physical battle to rage within me. This is your daughter, flesh of your flesh, product of your loins. And the more I thought of fresh, the harder I grew.My stroking of her face traveled to her shoulders and side. The gentle caresses turned to a more ardorous insistence. It was as if I were warming her from the chill. " Edna said as she topped Marge's glass. Marge had drank threequarters of her glass, and she wanted some more. To hell with it, why shouldshe have to put up with this without a couple drinks."I want to role-play, Mrs. Simpson, I am going to ask you some common sexquestions, and you just answer them like you would to your son. Ok?" Shure" Marge said with an audible slur in her speech, and another drinkof wine."How often do you have sex?" Once a week" When was the first time you had.