"Smiling Tony answered, "Officially I'm caretaker and security, but ifyour lovely lady want's me to be a butler, so be it - but I'm not toogood at but...ing!" I let out a giggle at that, and responded, "Great, nowthat's sorted, is it ok for me to call you Tony? I'm Nichola, or Nicky,and this lug is my Fianc? Brett."He was easy with this telling me, "Thing's are different this side of thepond, informality is the main thing."Tony and Margarita were the permanent staff, apart from the gardenerHomer,. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on my cock. Her hips undulated beneath me, shifting her snatch around on me.I broke the kiss with her. “You okay, Dusk.”“Daddy,” she groaned. “I'm not June. I'm a woman now. So fuck me. Fuck me beside Mom. Cum in me.”“That's my girl,” I said and drew back.Dusk's pussy clung to me. Her hot flesh held me tight. That wonderful sheath massaged my cock. It was heaven. My wife was tight and delicious, and her daughter had inherited that same snatch. Dusk's silky snatch. I was in the kitchen when my mom came out ready to go. She was indeed very dressed up. She had a long black gown, very slick and sexy, with a plunging neckline that positioned her moderate tits like two hands were holding them outwards, and an elegant arch in the back that I failed to immediately notice was just the natural shape of her rump. She had her curly hair up in a bun, such the sexy back of her neck was exposed, and her light makeup just accentuated that she looked not only unlike a. I'm actually looking forward to having you around for a while. It's just that, well you know the sleeping arrangements and all that." She laughed softly and gave me that coy look of hers that she used as a kid when she wanted something from dad, it always worked on him and the crafty bitch knew it. I was expecting her to suggest that I slept on the couch, but she surprised me! "Well, we've managed all right so far haven't we?" And I couldn't think of an answer. "Hey what about the cottage?".