" It's not your Dad," Vicky said with a sigh."Is it the girl-on-girl stuff?" Lizzy asked, cutting Vicky off again. "It really weirded me out when we s...art having sex with Daddy, but since then I've found that I enjoy it. A couple of my cousins think I have a great tongue. Still, if it weird's you out we can avoid it. Dad can fuck me first and then you. I promise to keep my hands off of you." No it's not that," Vicky chuckled in reply."Lizzy," I said, deciding enough was enough, "the truth is. Meaning he had his rather large and spacious two story childhood home all to himself and his Step-Father Bill had given him a five thousand dollar prepaid credit card as a way to spoil Michael as it were. An act that did not exactly send Michael calling Bill his Father of course but enough that he was grateful towards Bill instead.So a month home alone with five thousand dollars in a prepaid credit card along with his own impressive savings and a well-paid job on the waiting for him at the end. .. well, a word to the wise, don’t.So Daddy Doggie started wandering home. He saluted some fire hydrants and light poles. But his heart wasn’t in it. He was just going through the motions. Then he heard some shouting and barking.He followed the sounds to an open doorway. Looking in, he saw a number of dogs and humans. A band was playing. He started listening and heard Elvis! (Hound Dog) and Patty Page! (Doggie in the Window). And a bunch of other doggone good songs about dogs.As he was. "I'm not fondling you. I'm using the hardness of your nipple and your heartrate to ensure you don't get too excited or aroused when I'm telling you the story. You know I'm always looking out for your best interests! I know it is not good for Chinese girl to get too excited, they get velly clazy sometimes."She agreed to that, snuggled up against me even more, but warned me in a very serious little-girl tone, "But you mustn't fondle me, it would be totally improper!"I agree, "Yes, I know.