Lauren started to protest but her father had the door open before she could say another word. She’d been sitting on the edge of her bed but stood up...as he went in. Del was momentarily paralyzed when he saw his daughter dressed like he’d never seen before. The dress she had on was better suited to a night at a club than dinner at an expensive restaurant. It was skin tight and very low cut with a viciously short hem. The material was a pale turquoise that set off the girl’s tan and stretched. If she had the answer might have occurred to her before her father told her."Beccy honey," said her father, "have you ever heard of the word patriarch?" Oh daddy," said her daughter innocently, "I'm only 8, I don't think I've been at school long enough to learn word like pate... patri... that word."I knew she wouldn't need much of a clue, so I gave it to her. "Beccy love, a patriarch is the male head of a household."It was as if a light bulb had suddenly flicked on in her head. "Poppy George.. .. furniture down below." That's the next thing on my list. I'm going to have to have a closelook at his furniture and see what exactly he has there. May I haveyour permission to do so?" I suppose it is necessary. Go ahead." Hello Am! Awake again, I see. I'm afraid I need to examine you in abit more detail. I do apologise and I'm very sorry but I promise Ishall be as gentle as possible and I won't hurt you whatever I do."I was shaking from all that I heard, but I had no reason to disbelieveher.. We were both at the peak of sexual potency and we were hungry for each other with no end in sight of our sexual vitality. After many minutes of our being so wound up in each other, someone is the neighboring room banged on the wall, wanting us to quiet it down. But there was no quieting Alma in the throes of her lust. She got on her knees and raised her perfect round ass into the air, inviting me to take her doggy style. While I so serviced her, she buried her face in the pillow muffling her.