I’d let Kara know that, and we’d decided it might make things easier for Michelle if we did that as well. At least at first.“Steve?” Michelle ...sked.I smiled and softly said, “This one you have to answer for yourself.”“It’s about consent,” Kara added. “Nobody can make decisions about things like this for you except you.”“I’ll do whatever Steve wants,” Michelle said quietly.Kara nodded with her head that I should leave them alone, so I got up and left the room, closing the door behind me. I went. Kylie stepped into the shower and as she close the door looked me in the eyes seductively. The door shut and I found myself jaw-dropped staring through the shower door. I had stopped brushing my teeth completely. “Are you coming in or what?” she yelled over the shower door. I jumped out of my clothes and leapt into the shower. I pushed my body against hers and her breasts squashed into my skin. I became hard and felt myself grind against her lips as we stood facing one another. Kylie pumped her. " Did you see Kim?" Daddy asked, a bit overly interested."Let it go, Daddy," I said, patting his leg, patronizingly. "I've told you. This is the wrong tree, Kim," holding my soda can in front of his face. "And THIS is you," putting the remains of my taco next to the can, "barking up it." I laughed. "I'm just saying, she's really cute." Yes. She's adorable. I love her. But she is not interested. Kim is more likely to date ME than she is to date you. Sorry."Kim is our Office Manager. She's. One girl in particular finished up being a top model. She was an absolute stunner, and I confess to fantasizing having sex with her, from the moment we shared the same room.In all we numbered 30 girls from around Europe, the most of which were from Germany, and these girls were more sexually advanced in years than their counterparts from other regions, including myself.Sex was nothing to them and you would see frequently a stable boy or jockey walk up to them, say something, and they both.