Now since Mom took off, I'm living in the basement of our unfinished house. Did I mention that I went to the high school across town until we moved ov...er here when Mom left. One more reason to pick on me. In addition to being small and a nerd, I am new.So far my sexual experience has been limited to mother palm and her five daughters. Last year I stayed over night with my friend Bud, and he showed me how to masturbate. He had found an old mens magazine with semi naked women in suggestive. Clair was hanging in Tashka’s grip and her husky voice was exclaiming: ‘What are you saying? Think what you are saying to your Lady wife!’ He hung in her hands, his head bowed suddenly down. He could no longer control the terror that seethed through his veins: to lose Tashka, to lose Arianna, to lose the children, his family, to lose Hanya Vashin. He could not work through the loss and grief that surged through him and distinguish what was real, what had been whipped up by his overwrought. I switched the remote onto full and Sara jumped a little then continued talking to her father about what was on the screen.I went and stood behind Sara and put my hand on her butt, letting it creep down the crack to her soaking pussy. Sara automatically opened her legs a bit and I found her clit.I could feel Sara getting hotter, and wetter, and her speech became a bit erratic. Within 2 minutes she stopped talking and moaned. Her father looked at her, smiled, and watched her have a very strong. I quiver lightly as I see you walking toward me, my voice catching in my throat. I turn a bit, so at first you don’t recognize me."Can I help you mam," you utter with a voice as smooth as Tennessee whiskey.I turn and bat my green-eyes, blush, and purr, "Depends on when you get off work Michael."I thought for a moment you were going to pass out. "Omg, never in my wildest dreams would I think I'd ever see you."Glancing around quickly you notice we are alone, you take me by the hand to a secluded.