Im not a baby daddy I used to complain and each time he would remind me that I would always be his baby no matter if I was 100, besides its what I use... to say when I used to tuck you in at night. Now Im grateful for it. I walk to the window to close the curtain, pausing to look up at the night sky Night Mummy, night Daddy&hellip,sweet dreams. I love you I whisper like I have every night since I woke from the accident and found out my parents hadnt made it. I pick up snuggles my teddy and climb. No one was near, but I guess in theory someone could happen upon us at any minute. It was a little confronting, but also rather untamed. Suddenly I felt cool glass against my right breast. ‘How does that feel?’ said Peter hoarsely. He had the glass full of chilled white wine against the fleshy part of my breast that was falling out of the side of my bikini. ‘It feels good. I want more.’ I said. I took the material of my bikini and slid it toward the center of my chest, so that the entire right. Confusion escalated when a voice chimed in from a side door. “May we join the party?”“Why the heck not?!” and several adults and assorted children oozed into the room and sorted themselves into three groups. There were plenty of chairs, and the new arrivals were soon seated.My ladies and I remained outside each other’s line of fire, but unless there was a suicide bomb, it was reasonably clear that violence wasn’t the goal here.“You!” Hannah pointed. “Start over and tell us what’s going on.” She. When I got through the check out and opened the door to go into the parking lot that same girl asked, “Do we have a deal?”Totally confused and obviously missing the point I said, “What?”Again she smiled sweetly at me and said, “You said that you liked my ass. I’ll let you fuck it for fifty dollars. Cash.”She was way too young and way too pretty to be a whore. She was obviously of very good upbringing, she had class, and she was wearing some very expensive jogging clothes. She seemed as if she.