They didn't know, and didn't care, who the father was. She was beautiful, and they both loved her to death. They were proud and honored to have her. L...nda told him to give them our love, and gave him one of the slips with our address and telephone number on it. He did the same for Linda, making her promise to come first chance. He was dying to show us his new daughter.He had, while they were talking, been admiring how Linda looked in her nightie. He had seen her in every stage of dress and. No matter, I’d best make preparations while Monica did what she thought best. She was a good girl. I got two brass candles from beneath my kitchen sink, painted a brilliant white, and placed them on my the oaken dinner table. They created a wonderful, light ring when they finally got to where they were supposed to be. A lot heavier than they used to be, too. I grabbed the matches from atop the refrigerator and carefully lit the candles. The shadows swooned and the light from the candles. As I peeled it over his head I planted my lips over his and began sucking his tongue into my mouth. The moan that escaped from him was almost enough to make me spurt. My already rock hard dick threatened to split down the middle. I kissed my way down his neck to his chest where I was busily pinching and torturing his nipples. I took a perverse delight in first licking and gently biting his right nipple while blowing my hot breath across it and then sucking cold air over it into my mouth causing. However, the visual part of being there was tempting. He had a couple of hours to contemplate his dilemma.They all knew the two prostitutes were out, they always where on Fridays, attending the bdsm meeting and orgy they so enjoyed, Mary having confided in Tim one afternoon that” it pays to advertise!” and that from that “one freebie a week they got a lot of house-calls!” thus the big old Victorian built house was empty and any undue noise was well insulated from the outside world.It was then.