My useless husband was away on another of his “road trips” that seemed to occupy most of his time these days. I was not complaining because he did...pay all the bills on time and even gave me an allowance for the house and food that was as steady as cutting a coupon from a bond.I had noticed at the breakfast table that my daughter was sitting with that expression on her face that could only mean one thing. It was obvious that some horny prick was shoving his business up her sensitive little rear. As I pulled out of her my cock was quickly replaced by Jill's eager tongue and I avidly watched as she ate my cream out of mum whilst in the throes of her own orgasm.Eventually, we managed to drag ourselves away from each other to get dressed for the funeral, but even then the girls insisted on dressing each other. I've always thought it so erotic to watch a woman dressing (or undressing) another woman and even so soon after my last orgasm, I felt myself stirring as I watched Jill stepping into. She seemed shy and a bitnervous."Which boy at school do you like?!" Amy blurted out. "And you can't sayno one, you have to tell us!"The girls giggled, anticipating Emily's answer. Emily blushed. Who didshe like? Her mind drew a blank. She couldn't think of any boys fromschool. No one came to mind at all. Her friends demanded an answer..."Oh erm...." Emily began to panic, she had no answer. She needed saving.And then she was.Edward woke up suddenly. It was morning and he had slept right. Oh well, she is young and still learning. After inheriting the business from my estranged father, Katie was but one of the clients the firm held. This was the first time I had talked to her however. Picking up the phone, I didn’t even get two words out before she cut me off. "Dean, you have to help me!" said Katie, whispering into the phone. "Nice to finally talk to you Ms. Holmes. What’s wrong?" I said, feigning interest. Probably dented her car or something. "It’s this guy I’m with. I met him.