I was not used to hearing such strong language from young girls, but chalked up to the “new age--say-what-ever-you-want” philosophy as something p...obably very common among a group of close-nit friends.The sexual banter just seemed to naturally flow between the three of them.“If I had a dollar for every hard dick that I have seen,” I’d have my tuition paid for one of the girls declared.“Tell me about it,” another replied. “I wonder how some guys walk around with a stiffy, twenty-four hours a. It means coming off duty late some nights so I’ve demanded a room. They are putting in a bed for me in a storage room,’ she lied. ‘On those nights I’ll then come home just after 8:00 so you may as well have one of the girls over on those occasions – I’ll keep you posted to give you time to arrange a companion.’ ‘You mean your friends in your bed?’ ‘Well I guess for some of them it won’t be unfamiliar territory. You will be able to make out all night.’ Dick looked embarrassed. ‘Susie has me. Everyone was nice to me. I was often mistaken for being a girl becauseMeka had my name 'La-La' embroidered on my aprons. It was OK. I sort ofliked being one of the girls. We had fun on breaks and during lunch.After 6 months as a housekeeper, it was time for my semi-annual review.This involved sitting down with Ms. Jones and Meka for an evaluation.Hopefully, they would talk about promotions etc.It was nothing like I expected. It lasted only about 5 minutes. Mekasaid that while I was doing. As both of us were catching our breaths, I knew that no matter what had happened in the last eight months, this was the best fuck that we had both had since I left for college.I bet you haven't been fucked like that since you left home?" Dad said, putting words to my thoughts, a touch of glee in his voice.I was tempted to tell Daddy about Josh and his family, but I thought it would be best to wait awhile before I sprang the news on him, besides it was true that having sex with my dad was always.