Chapter 22

Megan and Daddy: Wound too Tight

Bill washed her hair ... let it set while he took her from behind. "Keep your mouth and eyes shut, Meggers. You don't want to get shampoo in them."

So, Megan had to suffer the 'indignity' of silence during rear ... not that rear ... entry for fear of getting her mouth washed out with soap or soap in her eyes. She came ... twice ... got a rinse, soaped up a second time ... this time DD sucked a cum out. "Gotta treat the poor girl right ... she's going off with her dad." Rinsed again, she was asked to choose her conditioner ... Redken is what she wanted ... that was brushed in and let set until she had three more orgasms ... including one from mom.

Fluffed and brushed, patted and oiled, powdered and pampered, she looked like a hair products advertisement on Cosmo. Mom had brought Megan clean clothes. They dressed her from the skin out while she was struggling to stand ... weak knees ... too much sex ... poor thing ... don't you just feel for her?

Mom handed her the cell.

"Daddy? I'm sorry. I'm at the Wal-Mart in Canyon. I can leave my car here or I can meet you at Mom's in 30 minutes ... Mom's it is. She's not home. 30 minutes ... Bye."

"Meg? It's only 10 minutes to our house ... how come you told him 30?"

"If I don't eat something before he picks me up, mom, I'm going to embarrass you."

"You're right ... he'll hear one growl out of your tummy and accuse me of not taking proper care ... stop at the Big D and get a couple of breakfast meals. Got cash?"

"I have his card."

"Don't use it ... he checks every single purchase ... including the time and day you use it. Here's Twenty ... Go!"

Mom stood with hands on hips. How she could look over the tops of her glasses and still look down her nose is something only another mother would understand ... it's the "Mom" look ... with extras.

"Bill. You have spoiled 1278 days of continued chastity ... it looks like she had a ton of fun!"

Bill hung his head at the start of the statement, but he was grinning by the end.

"I do need to know if you have any intentions towards Megan," Laurel said. "I'd actually prefer you didn't ... you're too young, and you're going to be a senior while Meg is going to be a junior. There's a lot of pretty girls in our school ... and I do know how boys are."

"Ah ... hmmm ... it's hard to say ... I like her ... well enough. But, you're right ... there's going to be a few stunners in school."

"I've got no objections to the sex ... girls are just as hormonally driven as boys ... don't talk about her though."

"I'm a gentleman ... and gentlemen never tell. Clinton was performing one of the sacred rites of gentlemen when he had problems with the Republicans. 'Gentlemen never tell.' I guess the Republicans have no gentlemen ... because the opposite of that is 'Gentlemen never ask.'"

"I've never heard it said like that." Laurel said.

"That's probably because there are so few gentlemen in Texas." Bill added, "look at your own experience with Texans."

"Hi, Daddy. Where to this weekend?" Megan asked her Dad.

Daddy had a odd look on this face, his mind was racing... 'wow! look at that hair ... I'd love to wrap that hair around my ... Shit! This is Megan, your daughter.'

His shorts had the beginning of a fairly decent tent... 'not like Bill ... nobody tents like Bill.' Megan thought. 'Whoa! Daddy is hot ... that slight greying of his temples ... He had a very manly square jaw ... and that dimple in the middle of it ... Oops ... my nipples are tingly.'

'Damn ... when did she get so fine? Look at that ass moving in her shorts ... looks like a bag of cats running figure eights ... and those legs ... shit, man ... all the way up and all the way down ... I wonder?' "First we're going shopping ... you want to drive?"

"DRIVE THE SHELBY???? WHAT??? THE COBRA?? ME?" Megan started jumping up and down.

'Oh gawd, that was exactly the right thing to say ... look at those nipples... ' "Sure, why not? You can drive a stick ... it's not That much different than your car." 'That's a lie ... with my hand up!' "We need to go up to the track in the hills for a bit ... so I can get you used to the clutch ... You remember how we did it with your car?"