”“Shhh. Here they are,” Sara said, waving her hands. A moment later, the pair of 60-somethings walked in with open arms.“Lawrence! What a day!...What a place!” boomed Nicholas Moore, a semi-retired FedEx executive now based in St. Louis. “I have never dreamed of such a place, being stuck in the Midwest all these years.”“Please enjoy your time here,” I said with a slap on the back. At the same moment, his bride of 40 years, Suzanne, wrapped me in a hug that could have taken down a smaller man. I. “might as well see what kind of quality she’s getting” I thought as I sat down in her computer chair. The pot smelled wonderful as I broke up enough for just a hit or two. It tasted even better. As I exhaled and set the bowl down I bumped the mouse. The screen came to life right to her desktop. Of course I had to search this as well. Expecting her Facebook page or something like that to pop up when I opened up Firefox I was shocked to be greeted by a pornhub video. Casting Missy was the. I took her up on her offer and grabbed a handful of her mess of wavy brown hair and pulled roughly. The act pushed her over the edge as she let out an ear-splitting scream and her whole body shuddered. The sight I saw in the mirror was mind-blowing. Miley was still bent over at the waist, her back arced and her legs still perfectly straight and opened wide. Her face was pointed almost directly at the ceiling from my hair pulling but I could see her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her mouth. I want the three of us to be free to pleasure and be pleasured by each other in any combination whenever we want.”“And most of all, Daddy, I don’t want you to EVER masturbate alone again. I don’t want you wasting your cum in the shower or into the sink or toilet, or on your chest or wherever you used to cum. Your cum must go in or on either me, Mel, or another woman. If you want to masturbate then just make sure you cum on one of us. But with us around, you shouldn’t need to masturbate. .