.." To what?" Dad asked."To jerk Trick around a little," she said reluctantly."Why?" Dad pressed her."'Cause he says that Trick tried to break us up,"...she said, tears forming in her eyes."Hey, Dad," I interrupted.He looked over at me."It's not a problem," I said. "I'll take care of it. I'll make sure Jeanne gets to school on time."He gave me a long look, and then looked at Jeanne and Jill in turn."Good," he grunted. "Because it's not like I can stick around here to referee your little high. You might want me to stay in school." I brought out the dishes, soup, and rice bowls, and we fell to with vigor."Seriously, Jordan, this is really good!" Glad you liked it." You sure you don't want to do this for a living? Master chefs make more than scientists." They most likely do. Still, I can't do this on a regular basis. I can manage nutritious and edible with relative ease, but tasty is both difficult and time-consuming." The miso soup was delicious." I can't take too much credit for. Her tits brushed my thighs, the nipples hard and projecting. She lifted her tits and laid them on top of my thighs."I believe you wanted me to suck on this thing a while," she said, taking my cock in both hands. "I want to get it good and hard so you can fuck me with it. I like it hard and deep."With her hands covering all but the head, Andrea lowered her mouth to my dick. I watched her in the nearest mirror, which showed the view from the side. Opening her lips, she extended her tongue and. Routine splashing followed for several minutes and then all was quiet again. Susannah was innocent and did not understand the implications of the auditory clues she had been witness too. About an hour after she heard her father climb into bed she finally welcomed the sweet nothingness of sleep.The next morning, Susannah woke early and slipped out into the kitchen and began to make breakfast as routine commanded. Her father rose at his usual hour and stoked up the fire and replaced some hides.