Then after he does you, I’ll slip out and “pretend to come home later.”
“Please, please, Shelly?” “I’ve never wanted anything so bad,” I said. After a couple of series of this, he suddenly slammed his hips against Shelly and let out a loud moan. Anyway, this all started one day when I had been nosing around, just being curious. We didn’t have a basement or cellar. The pages were worn, and the corners were all bent. Shelly’s legs seemed so long. Sometime during this, I looked down and noticed Dad’s legs. I hoped the spot would dry by the time my mom washed it, or she’d assume a wet towel in the basket had dampened them. She was actually smiling now, and flashed me a wink. His moans were letting us both know that he was really enjoying this. “Yes!” I thought. Shelly said nothing, and we finished dinner. She was on all fours, kind of sideways to him, with her butt sticking up in the air and aimed right back at me. He had been a strict father and had been pretty tough on us. She was having sex with Dad and worried about me making too much noise. Dad’s pickup pulled into the driveway right after 5:15.
