We were served by the young black woman, that we had watched him fuck. As she moved to the left of him to serve, he reached around and patted her butt.... She smiled at him. I looked at Sharon, I met her eyes, they revealed nothing. Was she remembering watching her Daddy fucking that woman? Was she thinking the fact that he had moved the servant into the room between hers and the room he shared with her Mother? During breakfast, we ate in silence. That day, we were joined by Sharons Mother. When. He was never really my boyfriend. Neither of us had dated much. We usually went out with groups of kids to school events and ball games. Even though we were the same age, I thought of him more as a big brother.It wasn't until our senior year that we actually had a date. It was kind of weird the way it happened. I was going to the prom with a friend named Brad. I guess I have had a crush on him for a couple of years but never dated him either. It was just one of the many crushes I had on. "Of course I wash it. Every day in fact. It's not my fault my glands are pushing out oil by the barrel load." Well at least your face has cleared up. I wonder what caused that?" Stacy gave him a mischievous smile. "But we really have to do something about that hair. Tracy could you hand me that gel?" Stacy went to work on Clifford's hair with the gel and an old brush. In a matter of minutes she had his hair under some semblance of control."There, all done. Damn, Cliffy you look almost human. ”“I can’t help it my hormones are driving me crazy! I love fucking and enjoy it, even more, when I’m pregnant.”Dan placed his left hand behind him and felt the protruding belly of Wendy pressing against him. He turned to face the other way and noticed her left propped up and his son fucking his wife.“Sorry my love, I would have woken you up but I saw Brad and Jake passing by our bedroom door and I needed a good fucking so bad.”“I get thankless thirds again?” he mildly protested.“What are you.