”“Like Sunday’s newspaper Ads for the Mitre.” I said, “They’re always running Loss-Leader ads to get people in the store ... and away from...Bunning’s.”“They do that?” Then she said, “What’s a Loss-leader?”“A price below what they paid for it.”“Interesting. They don’t teach that in school.”“They don’t teach how to count back change either.”“Sure they do, Dad. It’s right there on the register.”“What happens when the electricity goes out?”“They close the store. The registers won’t work without. Dick wanted a beer. I found two wine glasses and two small tumblers in the mini-bar. I poured wine for the girls, Dick said that he would drink his beer from the bottle, I poured a generous scotch for myself with cold water from the mini-bar fridge. Helen and I ended up sitting close together on the bed, Andrea and Dick, also close, on the sofa.Andrea looked over at us. I was squeezing Helen's left nipple, while she gently stroked my cock, which was already at full alert. “You know! I have. I came into the other room. As I walked in, Kayla pulled off her t-shirt and her shorts. I stood there looking at her in a pair of peach panties and a matching bra. And almost instantly, I felt my dick getting hard. Kayla sat on the couch watching us. One thing led to another. Julie's panties came off. Her bra came off. My boxers came off. My dick was throbbing and massively hard. I was shaking. I couldn't believe it could happen. That I could really fuck two sixteen-year-old girls in my. The guy wasn’t any too pleased when I told him they were trespassing.”Cheyenne asked, “Well, why would they even be here without your permission?”“Ah,” Frank grinned, “That’s where it gets interesting. Turns out they thought they did have permission. The guy showed me a copy of an agreement for drilling rights signed by Frank Cawley. Problem is, it’s the wrong Frank Cawley. I guess my son, Franky signed an agreement a few weeks back, and he also accepted a check for ten grand in earnest money.