He hadn't even realised he was doing it, styling his hair inthe same way he would when dressing as Ally. He had reached for thespray, designed to give...women's hair a bouncy, summery look and used itwithout thinking. He put the dryer down. It was too late now. The sprayhad set. He turned his head one way and then another, the waves bobbingeither side of his face, tickling his neck. He stared into his pupils.His eyes were still rimmed by a faint line of grey. His lips were parteda little, his. Lindsay had collapsed onto the table as I continued to pound her asshole and Cassie had begun to rub her own pussy as Flavia worked her over from behind.Cassie came first. I was focused on Lindsay’s ass cheeks when I heard Cassie begin panting faster and faster. I turned towards her and saw her small breasts shaking as the waves of pleasure begin to overtake her.“FUCK! Oh FUCK!” She gasped before letting out a sharp scream.“Yeah that’s it. Cum for me. Cum for Mama!” Flavia teased as Cassie fell. I called Brian as soon as I got to work and asked if he would work for me and find out what Alice was up to. He had been a PI for about five years now, and had two young investigators, and one older ex-cop whose wife left him and took him to the cleaners, as employees. Brian said he would use all of his resources, if necessary, to find out what was going on. I gave him the gist of what I knew and what I suspected, and he went from there. I told him a check would be forthcoming. He said, "Bob,. I just ignored that when it happened, and the girls learned to follow dad's method as they grew older, too. You pick your fights, and none of these rose to the critical level. I guess fucking around ten years ago, before we got married, was in that category, too.We fell into a Friday night/Saturday morning pattern of sex. That was quite a comedown from the five or six nights a week, but I put it down to the sadness of losing her dad. I had hopes that we'd get back into our stride.We never.