It had been three weeks since they first knocked on his door, three weeks since they claimed to be his daughters, and three weeks since they moved in....He believed them he knew their monther very well, they had dated in high school and some of college. He had almost married her. She left him at the altar. That was 25 years ago. He had no idea that she was pregnant at the time and hadn't heard from her since. Even if he didn't believe them to be telling the truth, he couldn't have turned them. I stood and drew her close. “Now baby, I’ll let you do what else you needed to do,” and chuckled as I splashed enough water over my face and torso to rinse away her juicy cum. I left her there alone, shaking from the climax and let her continue unfettered by my lust, for now. When she was done I had dressed and was ready to visit my house to gather whatever I would need to drive my fair lady to work as if it were the only thing we shared. She was wearing a towel around her and another wrapped. The stalk encased my hard cock again, working itself up and down. I could feel it give my shaft and balls a quick prick; I figure that is how it increased the size of my cock that last time. I did not care as the pleasure was even more intense than that last time and perhaps whatever it injected into me made me feel that as well. As I laid there, the creature pleasuring my cock all I could think of was my mom. I thought about fucking her. I closed my eyes, and I could imagine my cock was. I took a sip from my glass. The liquor was top-shelf and for the asking to the members and guests as they desired. I’m not sure how these orgies were arranged. I was never allowed to know. But each was a thrilling evening of always the unexpected. I always wondered if the performers were paid based on their looks or their performances. Obviously the money was something none wanted to turn down. The members and their guests remained robed and disguised at all times. The only parts of their.