Some of the "sewing clubs" were actuallyincorporated AS sewing clubs.Go tell my baby sisterNever do what I have doneTo shun that house in New OrleansT...ey call the Rising Sun.The best of these sewing clubs was The House of the Rising SunSewing Circle and Club. It had everything a gentleman of meanswould want: gambling, fine food, alcohol, and most importantly,ladies of the night. In my opinion the two best girls were Tracyand Mary Beth.Tracy was a wild girl who allowed me to enjoy different. I worked my way through the bridesmaids. There were a few other dances on our small dance space. The band was good and did great requests, but they were not a rock band, so the place didn’t ‘rock’ like a good club would. Then again, quite a few of the guests were on the older side.The band knocked off at nine; they’d played nearly nonstop for five hours. Margo had planned that there’d be a small luxury jitney that would drive people that wanted to and from the wedding from our Palo Alto offices. "Sorry," she said embarrassed.He rang the door bell and Wendy and I went to answer the door. He stood wearing his dark blue jeans, white polo shirt and brown sketcher shoes. His black hair was combed neatly and his icy blue eyes ... oh those eyes..."Hey," he said looking at me and then he looked at Wendy who was smiling ear to ear."Hey there," I said trying to sound as casual as I could."Come on in," I moved aside to let him in. Wendy barely moved making him brush past her.I closed the door and. ” She walked me through the house to her room and she locked the door. I worried about where Judy was but with my daughter holding my erection, I had other interests and concerns. As she pulled me into her bed, I noticed a towel was already there for her to lay down on. We kissed and I moved to lick her breast and pussy but she stopped me saying, “Daddy, I need you to fuck me right now!”And that was how it happened. We fucked and cuddled for a while. I came very quickly and then pulled myself.