As he pulled up to Lauren’s school he could see her running toward the car. “Hi daddy!” “Hello Lauren. How was school?” “It was w...nderful. I met this girl, Kathleen, and we are already best friends!” “Huh…this could get very interesting… Calm down John let’s just get to work on giving your daughter everything she thinks she wants. That’s great Lauren.” “Hey, dad? Have you changed your mind about letting me see your…cock? Cause it sure looks like you have.” “Sweetie, I have done much. Do I order it from you, Gina?” I flirted brazenly with her while standing there with Chrissy and Jon in tow.“Wait ... are they ... naked? And ... no, you would order from Maggie, our shift manager,” Gina directed me to a tall, buxom lady with strawberry-blonde hair.Maggie looked to be early to mid thirties, but she could easily have been forty-something, just with a great dye job. She clearly smoked, but it hadn’t aged her as much one might expect. Well, I thought, lots of tobacco farms around. And that's why she sounded so weird on the phone, too!Pushing back his chair so quickly that it crashed to the floor, the lust-crazed motorcycle circus manager elbowed his way out of the crowded bar, jumped into his big Buick, and sped toward Lakeview Estates. By the time he'd reached the Smith's darkened house, he'd sobered up enough to think to park his car down the block and to sneak in through the open kitchen door on silent feet. Thus the two erotically aroused women never heard him until. So she reached around with her free hand and took hold of it, not surprised at how fucking hard it was. Jimmy gasped as he felt her deft fingers on his aching flesh. No one stroked his cock with the same sensual finesse that came second nature to Sharon. Jimmy was in heaven -– a fist up his ass, an ass in his face, dancing fingers stroking his cock in a perfect motion, with just the right pressure, just the right rhythm.Jimmy kept himself on the edge. He couldn't get enough, first enough of the.