And of course, all eyes were in our, or rather my direction.I didn't drink Henderson's champagne; I slowly poured it over his head.His reaction was to... rise to his feet. One would assume to take a swing at me, but I didn't give him the opportunity.I'm left handed and, to be honest with you, I don't think Henderson had an inkling that it was coming when my fist slammed into his jaw.But, by Christ, did I know the instant it had connected!Bugger, I think I felt the bones in my hand breaking, but I. "Uh, um...hold on..." I leave the room quickly and run into the kitchen. "Kim! Kim! Have you been talking to our son about sex?" "No, of course not, honey. We decided that you should, remember?" she answered. "Of course. Um, does the missionary position provide good clitoral stimulation?" I ask. "What? Will you get back in there and talk to your eleven-year-old and stop worrying about our sex life." "Um, of course, baby." I walk back into Mike's room cautiously. Sort of like a lion tamer. “I’ve never had such a lovely fuck in my life.”“Neither have I,” I said. “Your daughter could do with a few lessons from you.”She put her head up and looked at me for a second, then gave me a quick kiss.“Are you telling me I’m a better fuck than her?” she asked. I felt like I was betraying my wife but I answered.“I’m afraid you are,”“You don’t know how good that makes an old woman feel, to know she fucks better than her daughter. What about Kelly?”“Carol! That’s my daughter. I wouldn’t. This time I had no problem telling that she was not wearing panties. Her neatly trimmed dark bush was right there, I guess it was trimmed, her pouty cunt lips right there. She made no effort to cover herself. I put the first pair on her and leaned over to look at them I got a great down blouse. Pussy and tits, what a day I was having. She tried on all five pairs of shoes and walked around in them. She loved them all. "I will buy all of them, you Charley, are a shoe master. How do you know what.