When I was born on May 30th, 1969 my dad was forty-years-old. He never had being a father or husband penciled into his life plans. Besides being an ex...cutive, his family had money, lots of money. He knew his wealth was attractive to women, and he played that up. He wanted life to be a party, and for him, it was, until he met my mother.Lee Reilly was a petite eighteen-year-old when she started working as a stewardess for Eastern Airlines. She loved the idea of having a job that would take her. A full house! How wonderful! Mum would have loved that; she used to come over to us for Christmas after Dad died because the house seemed so empty.”“I need to ask mine how they feel about that, but I like the idea.”He called the girls and then James, all of whom did like the idea. So Claire emailed her children all of whom were enthusiastic. Except Thomas who did not reply. What was new?“Have you invited Peter?” John asked her once all the replies were in.Claire was surprised. “Peter?” she. It felt strange, being naked like that where everyone would see me but after a few minutes, it seemed normal to me. We went to the pool area and took some chairs and lined them up. Dad was walking around and seeing his exposed cock swinging back and forth was different..LOL.Mom leaned back in her chair and I saw her shaved pussy glistening in the sun so I took the chair next to her. Dad returned with some cold drinks and we all sat there. I saw some guys walking around that I would have loved. “What are the ground rules?”“The same as they were before. My major concern is for you. I know you think you found what you need in life, but I’m not sure I can meet you halfway, or even a quarter of the way.”“What if I said that beyond being my friend, letting me stay here, and having sex on a regular basis, I don’t need anything more?”“I’d wonder if you really understood yourself.”“Let me ask you this. Do I look like or talk like the kind of girl who wants to get married, have a house with a.