KNOCK on the door.Francesca had opened the door for Natasha. Natasha wascarrying a small bamboo stick.Natasha pushed her aside and then closed the doo...behind them. “You know I prefer you naked.”Francesca knew that Natasha wanted her to automaticallystrip off. Francesca stripped off her clothes andchucked it all on the bed. Natasha then said, “Ok.Francesca. I want you to put your fingers on both endsof your ears.”Francesca did as she was told. She was holding to bothher. It flattened her full breasts a little but otherwise showed off her shapely curves to great advantage. The flimsy dress did little to hide her fantastic legs and pert bottom. She deliberated whether she was going a bit too far but any decision to change her mind was rendered irrelevant by the door bell."Hello, do come in. You must be Irene ?" She looked a little older than her husband but not in any obvious way. Her short, dark hair and bright blue eyes were a winning combination. Far more. I felt Dad’s fingers dig into the sides of my jockey shorts, and then he yanked them down and off over my legs."Now that’s a pretty ass," Dad purred lewdly. "Is it cherry?" Huh?" I asked. I really was that naïve."Has anyone else fucked your boy hole?" No, Daddy. No one." Good. I love to break in a virgin."I watched Dad over my shoulder as he started to undress. He did so quickly but clumsily, nearly tripping over himself when he lowered his pants. I let out a gasp when he lowered his underwear. "Why did you select me Ginger? I can accept the notion that I'm a'prettyboy'. There have been girls telling me that all of my life. Shitthere have been guys implying that since my junior year when I didn'thave to shave or what. How did you come to decide to make your life morecomplicated?" She was quiet, just listening.I turned away but encountered my image in the hall mirror. "I don't knowGinger. I do love being with you. Is this just a short-term masqueradethough? I enjoy how smooth my body.