I decided my safest bet was to play the part of the girl she mistakenly thought I was. I hung back and played scared, which wasn't hard because I was terrified. The cross dressing was just a game for Charlie, if she found out she could tell everyone I knew.
"Who the fuck is she?"
"Listen to me , Amy, your mom knows all about it," Charlie told her. I realized then that he was standing their talking to his daughter with his pants around his ankles and his cock at full attention. "She has her fun, I have mine, but we always end up together. We love each other but we both have different needs."
"That's fucking sick!"
"No, that's fucking life. I could be sneaking around looking at internet porn in the bathroom, or hooking up with neighbors down at the Holiday Inn. Instead I am here with someone I know and trust. Someone approved by your mom."
"Mr. Harmon."
"My high school art teacher?" She protested. "This is so messed up!"
"Let's just say that your mother and I are into different things," Charlie told her. "This lets us have our fun but continue to love each other and stay married."
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