” “Fuck me! We got a right pair of fucking wierdies here. At least ‘buttercup’ means something. But when in the name of fuck did ‘tracey’ ...ver fucking mean anything. You’re both a couple of fucking immigrants, ain’t you? Well, you’d better pull your fucking socks up, Buttercup sweetie, (if you were ever allowed to wear the fuckers) or you’re out. There’re lotsa other women out there who’d do your job if they got the fucking chance.” With that, he left them with a sniff. Buttercup stared at. I hadn't had a long-term relationship for a while and maybe this was going to be it. But I was going to take it easy, as I didn't want to get hurt. I decided I was going to have some fun with my girlfriend and these two guys and see where it went later. I'd just try and enjoy myself. I think Suzie felt the same way.Anyway, Brad came and sat very close to me. He put his drink on the table and then put his hand on my knee. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Kimmie, you look so beautiful. Would. " Thank you for what, my dear?" Connie replied, as she stood inches away from my daughter."For sending my step mom away" My daughter answered, ".. I mean, for sending my Mommy away." Oh sweetie" replied Connie, " I didn't do that for YOU... I did it for Me... because right now, I want you all to myself. But do be assured that your Mommy will see you in all your glory, soon enough... now strip for Me" Connie added her voice quite a bit more stern.My daughter reached back and unsnapped her bra,. ..it was a command butalso he had to say it through the lust that he was feeling...I knowbecause I was starting to taste his precum over and over on my tongue.His words brought me back to reality and realized how much I haddrooled onto him, dripping down his balls and all over my hands stillon him stroking."Yyyy...yes, Daddy?" I swallowed and opened my mouth again holding itjust an inch away from his throbbing head."I told you....I don't ever want to see any male presentation fromyou." He shook.