I got up and got a small snack, and wandered downstairs. Surprisingly, they were the only two in the basement at the moment. I went to sit with them.�...�Steve, can we get together during Christmas Break?” Vickie asked. “Stephanie can arrange a sleepover!”“Sure, if that’s what you want. How’s the search for a boyfriend going?”“Some prospects, but nobody I’m interested in doing stuff with, if you know what I mean.”I laughed, “Yeah. You’re lucky my girlfriend is OK with me doing stuff with you.”“You. The virus has the most physical and mental effects on the older generations, like me. I’m a seventy-eight-year-old widower. What are we supposed to do?Perhaps watch porn on the internet and stroke soft cocks that no longer get hard and rarely cum seems to be one of the few alternatives. But I have one other alternative available, i.e. I spend my time at my computer cranking out short erotic stories and posting them on www.Lushstories.com. I have cranked out four so far, here is number. .. more ... please".We both took this as a sign that she was near to an orgasm, and the Mistress looked to me with an obvious question on her face. I was very interested to see how she might achieve the goal, and I nodded my permission. In response, the Mistress swung a few more strokes up between the slave's legs, then pulled the whip back, and quickly stepped around to the front.Waving Clara out of the way, she started by swinging her flogger back and forth across the slave's breasts, rapidly. Finally, she decided, it had to be Daddy. He had a very large penis, but she knew she could trust him and that he'd be careful and gentle. She drifted off content, knowing that in the next few days her curiosity would be satisfied.She always knew when to expect her father to come to her bed because he drank more than usual at dinner and usually put his hand on her knee or patted her bottom during the evening. So a couple of nights later she got herself ready, taking a shower and making sure.