“Go outside this time. Dad doesn’t like the smoke alarm going off again or the whole store stinking of cannabis.” Frieda tried to say.“It’s ...nowing out.” Val scowled off the high schooler’s warning.“The fire--”“I’ll go to the back window.” The redhead rolled her eyes and only agreed to shut up the girl. She slammed the office door shut before falling into the main chair. The window was in the storeroom, not the office. Frieda hoped Val remembered to pull the battery from the alarm. It was. She had never even imagined that such boundless pleasure existed.Now she knew what sex really meant, and this was a revelation that changed her life.As soon as Billy had pulled his cock out of her and rolled onto his back, she bent over him and began to cover his face and neck with kisses. He was amazed."Oh, darling, darling Billy!" Kathy exclaimed as her mouth darted from place to place. "You were wonderful! It was so good!" "You really liked it, huh?" he said, proud of himself, but still. We both loved watching eachother shoot a thick creamy nut up the other wife's poop shoot. So, with such prior sexual inclinations, we both were beyond ecstatic about joining the "club".After passing the prerequisite STD tests my wife and I arrived a week later to a 3-story, 10,000 sq.ft. townhouse. It had to have been worth in today's money over 50 million dollars. We were met at the door by an impeccably dressed Butler who escorted us into a huge entry way made of marble walls and a massive. He was surprised at the abundance of French undies that seemed to be strewn about in no particular order and he wondered what sort of game his daughter and the pretty main Polly were up to behind the closed bedroom door. Quite by accident, he came across a beautifully decorated journal clearly marked "Sophia Harrow, Her Diary" and opened it without hesitation because of his great concern for his daughter's welfare.He was much astonished at the degree of depraved activities between his daughter.