No longer am I a husband, I am now a ‘Daddy’ with two girls who just want to please me! This is my story. ***** My ex and I finally sorted thing... out, she wanted a new life abroad and I wanted to stay put so I bought her out and off she went, leaving me alone in a fairly large four bed detached. I like women and I can’t live without them so first things first, I went out on the pull. I tried all the usual social places, pubs, clubs, the cinema, little societies doing all sorts of things. He was 5.7″ tall with six packs and curly hair lean built.Next, I asked him about his work and he replied he was a masseuse and he offered me a free massage, which I declined.He then insisted for which I agreed and shared my WhatsApp number with him. Next day he texted me on WhatsApp and asked me to meet him and sent me his address.For which I did not reply, he got frustrated.By evening after college, he again texted me and said if you r interested come or delete my number.I felt bad and agreed. “Jesus, Patrick, I cannot believe this,” he exclaimed, before excitedly continuing, "it looks like Lionel had two gay sons.”Being the homophobe that my father was, I almost convulsed with laughter thinking how pissed-off he would’ve been knowing this.As Patrizio looked at me in astonishment, I haltingly tried to explain my amusement, as I almost choked with laughter.Once a modicum of normalcy got restored, I got to explain how before my retirement, my lover of ten years and I had a. Mamacitas was whorehouse, a one room waiting area that served large Perroni beers very cheap. It had at the most maybe five Italian women all in their twenties that worked in other rooms within a few doors of the place. There was an older fat woman, who sat at a desk and served the liter beers taking money for them. There was a few chairs and a broken down couch. The walls were sort of a cigarette stained tan and one wall had peeling wallpaper.When the women came in they would walk around the.