“I — am — not — your — boyfriend!” Daddy shouted. Xxx “But that doesn’t make me a bad person, Mom. “Oh my God,” she whispered in an unreadable tone of voice, never taking her eyes off my dripping slit. I was so tempted to follow him into the men’s room, but my connection was tight and his wife looked pretty territorial. Then my view was blocked when Michael leaned over and kissed him, right on the mouth. I gaped at them until Stacey nudged me with her foot. “O-oh, Linnea,” Mom gasped, “When did you stop being the daughter I raised? Her normally well-groomed hairdo was a distressed, sweat-soaked mess, red blooms decorated her face and chest, and her crotch reminded me of a hair-clogged bathtub drain. “I see the reports of your sluttish behavior are not overblown, after all,” she added with a biting
