He even bought me a smart phone.Dad dropped me off at the house saying that he had to run errands. I walked into the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the t...able. She looked like shit. A half empty bottle of Dad's scotch was at her elbow.Mom gazed at me. Her eyes blood shot. A small glass was in her hand. "There you are." She tossed the drink back."Good Morning." There's nothing good about it." Mom said. "My son hates me." She poured another drink."Mom, I don't hate you-" You hate women and if you. Before we left to go home Bobbie and I stayed a night with Dad. Dad gave Bobbie some Strawberries with Cum and she expressed delight at the taste. I explained he was my Daddy. Daddy insisted on showing Bobbie that he too wore lingerie and stripped down to his bra, panties and stockings with his throbbing cock pointing out of his panties with a cock hole. He let Bobbie touch his cock saying “Girls put it in their mouth”. “She is too young” I said. “No” said Bobbie “I want to do what girls do”. . a gorgeous smile and an infectious laugh... they don't get much better than this! The workshop finishes and Leanne stays behind for a chat. Whilst chatting Leanne suddenly grimaces in pain, her shoulders hurt. I offer to massage them to ease the pain. As I gently massage her the pain eases. "Don't stop... Keep going" she tells me. She let's out little moans of encouragement as I continue, slowly edging further down her front. I slide her dress and bra straps off her shoulders - and she. The knife sharp crease in his pants made me wonder what was behind his zipper. I needed to find out. My mental wheels were turning and I walked towards him. “Hello,” I said nervously. He nodded in response. I opened my dictionary and pointed to the word “restroom”. He replied to my question, but I pretended not to understand. “Walk straight down and follow the sign,” he said again, this time, more slowly. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” I replied. “I will show you, come with me,” he said. We.