He was sure that, like always, it would impress Carly, his secretary. As it always did. He'd worked very hard for the mansion, and all the rest of... his money, having worked hard then wisely invested. Truly a self made man, having started off just barely above poverty. Here he was, 33, still looking good and very rich. And in spite of that, still single. A condition that he'd been considering changing lately, but last week, had decided it wasn't a good idea. When Carly had mentioned. Her body was plumper but she was hardly chubby and her features mirrored that of her daughter's but in a more rounded fashion. In Dawne's right hand was a glass of red wine which she sipped occasionally as she watched me with her daughter while her spare hand rubbed over her mousy bland pubic hair, She didn't touch her pussy exactly preferring to tickle it by playing with her curly pubes as she watched me pushing my dick against her daughter's clit. Having Charlotte's mother watch me have my. I'll take a week's vacation and stay while you go home after the weekend." I noticed a mischievous glint in her eye.So, we scheduled the job and flew home. For the next few days, Molly was a vixen. She would meet me at the door in the nude, rub my cock as we watched TV, even gave me a fabulous blowjob which is something she rarely does. It was so out of character for her and I had a hunch Tommyboy was the inspiration. But, what the hell, whatever turns her on is fine with me as long as I reap. The third time this week, I had wetthe bed. I glanced at my alarm clock, and saw its glowing digits: 3:13. IfI changed my sheets quickly, I could still get a decent amount of sleepbefore school. With a sigh, I began to strip my soaked bedding. I pulledoff my sodden panties and tossed them in a pile with the others. It wasworth a try, I supposed, but I had to admit defeat. I opened the underweardrawer of my dresser and pulled out one of the disposable Goodnites Momhad bought me. Why couldn't I.