Well, if you want to talk. Sure. What do you suggest?" Let's meet for a coffee. I know it's late but the new place on the edge of town will still be o...pen, I'll meet you there in a quarter of an hour. OK?" Well, yes. OK."Liz, pleased with how she had handled it, put the phone down and called to her husband Ben. "I'm off out for a while, love." It's almost 11:00 honey. Will you be OK?" I'm just meeting Julia for a coffee at that new place. I'll be back not long after midnight. Don't wait up," she. My father was asking me if I shaved my mother’s pussy. I heard her moan and looked down at her. She had two fingers in her pussy. She was propped up on the pillows. Her legs spread, her eyes closed. I could hear the wet squelching sounds as she rode her fingers.“Yes, dad, I did.” Should I add that I did the other thing he used to do when he shaved her?“Uh ... good ... good! Look, I can only guess how difficult this is for you. Since her stroke, she has been more ... I guess demanding is the. He was just getting what he wanted for the taking.“While I was posing for him, I guess it got to be too much, because I could see that huge thing straining against his pants. I couldn’t believe my eyes.”“What do you mean. Was he really…big?” squeaked Bruce.“It was kind of dark, but I could tell he was huge. I was about to find out how huge. But first I wanted to drive him a little more crazy. I slowly took off my panties and tossed them to him. I stood there with my leg apart and covered my. A burden of guilt had beenlifted from me. Now she knew. At last I had no more secrets from her,about the past or the present. A year after that torrid time I wasagain being honest with my wife, in the clear. "I owe you," I saidsincerely. "I'll make it up to you. Breakfast in bed for life!Anything! Just name it!"She knew I barely knew how fix instant coffee, much less preparebreakfast. But the intention was there. She could respect that. Ihoped. I felt generous. I was out of the.