Been There, Done Something Like That
[QUOTE=PeterJohnson;5704270]I have far too many stories like this...
I met this one woman years ago from a phone chat line and we went up to her bedroom and her kid was maybe 5 and he wanted her attention and she just closed the door right in his face, and he started to cry. I did the deed, but felt bad for the little guy.
Another from the phone line (Quest Personals) probably about a 4 y/o and she took me to the bedroom to get busy and left the door open with the little girl just standing out there. WTF, so I had to get up and close the door, before we started. That little kid started to cry as well and I had to finish more quickly.
Another phone line girl had her son sleeping in the corner of the living room, while we did it on the pull out sofa bed she slept on. She said he wouldn't wake up and he didn't.
And I did this one Backpage girl in Mississippi and she was in a one bedroom apt and has this cardboard standing up against where you would walk to the bedrooms and her kids were back there, while we did the deed on the couch. They were saying "Daddy, daddy? Ummm. Nope, not your daddy.
Definitely some less than stellar parenting out there.[/QUOTE]ROFLMAO. . . Reading this post reminded me of why I've always found "Anonymous" meetings counter-productive: I always emerge thinking to myself "I may have a problem, but at least I haven't gotten to THAT point. . . (yet) . . . ".
Then again. . . I once set up an outcall where I needed to pick the chick up from her place. When I got close there she was on the porch waiting along with 2 car seats and a couple 5-7 year olds. When she saw my reaction she immediately started in saying her ride to drop the kids at grandmas cancelled but if I could drop them on the way she's make it up to me; so it's off to grandma's we go. Longest effn ride of my life; and, as luck would have it we passed a McDs about a mile from grandmas and the kids start begging for a happy meal. Since the reason I was there was because mom swallowed I thought it only proper to honor the God of Irony and run through the drive thru. . .