I'd never seen her dress sexy, but my dick sure didn't care. It wanted her!"Oh!" Beth looked surprised. "I didn't realize you were - uh --..."I glared...at Dee, who grinned mischievously at the two of us after seeing my cock's reaction. "Sorry, I guess I forgot to mention it." Don't you have homework, squirt?" I asked Dee pointedly.She shook her head with wide-eyed innocence. "No." I think I hear Mom calling you," I said ominously."I don't," she countered, holding her hand to her ear. “Yes, they would. But what would you ladies gain?”“Admiration,” she said.“The admiration of your, what? Master? Boss? What exactly are you to them?”The group of women stirred, his line of questioning causing them discomfort as he hoped.These women were basically fangirls. At best they were power-seekers, but he’d seen none of the ladies here were worshipers and unable to take advantage of the treasure obtained from the dungeon unless it was for purely monetary value.Mari explained to him such. It was sweet, thinner than "regular" milk, and of course warm. The warmth of Kim's body, I thought. The warmth of her tit."Fuck, Kim..." I said. "What the heck's gotten into you?" I leaned toward her, trying to increase the pressure of her hand on my cock."'Fuck Kim'," she quoted. "I like the sound of that. That's about the best idea I've heard in weeks--months, even." Just then the sound of Garry's piano-playing stopped, and both of us looked toward the closed door. "But not tonight," Kim. Dare I? I turned it slightly and ran my fingers against her through her Hanna Montanna nightie. At this her hand stopped but didn’t move. We were both frozen for a moment and my heart was racing. The only sound was my wife still snoring next to us. Then a soft voice in the dark, “Daddy?” “Yes?” I replied meekly. Instead of saying anything, Lisa lifts her nightie with her free hand, pulling it from between my large gruff hand and her tiny, now moistened pussy. She then presses her hand.