With herluck, she might have an octopus in her bathtub, or something."I grinned at that. "Well, they do say you should save water and bath witha frien...." I am too tired to even want to imagine that. I will see you in themorning."She gave me a kiss, and then went toward her apartment. I went to mine,with Yaddie bouncing behind me. (Although I am not sure if its "bouncing"if you never hit the ground.)Soon, I was all covered in suds, and enjoying myself, when, wouldn't youknow it, the door burst. I went to my bathroom and made ready to visit my daughter. Around 8:20 that morning I slipped quietly into Charlotte’s room; my prick was already a stone obelisk under my robe. I lifted the blanket and looked at her. She was lying on her right side wearing a mid-thigh length flannel gown, pulled up to her hips, one knee pulled up so her legs were enticingly posed. She wore no panties which caused my erection to swell even more. I dropped my robe then went to bed with my firstborn, my heart. I swallowed. A growing lump worked its way up my throat. My heart raced. She wore a see-through red nightie, a matching garter, shiny red boots, and not much else. Her round breasts looked full and ripe, stretching the fabric of the nightie so that I could see her pointing nipples. Her amber hair spilled down her neck and spooled over her shoulders. I went hard, my cock like a soldier who had snapped to attention at a moment’s notice. ‘Time to pay you for your services, young man,’ she. She looked up at Agatha’s calm face, and smiled, nodding. “Well, you know why I’m doing this in the first place.”“Yeah…” Agatha nodded. “I know.” She took a gulp from her drink, then smiled down. “Forgive me…I forgot. For a second there, I forgot what a slut you are.”Lori frowned, then removed it immediately, replacing it with a passive face. She was yet to get used to those names. Agatha didn’t call her that often, not for months, not unless she was in a terrible mode, and trying to fix that.