Two weeks later I tried again but this time I upped the number and sent out e-mails to eight. Surely someone would get back to me, and one did. I sent...him one of my stories but never heard back from him. I waited two weeks and followed up with another e-mail, still no response. I was still posting my stories and everyone kept telling me to get an editor. ‘I’m trying God damn it,’ I said to myself as I read their reviews. This time I was more selective and picked out three more and as luck have. My equally naked self would take turns placing my morning wood on the top of each female's head, whereupon they pledged total allegiance to my cock, and then praise it in the most subservient terms possible. The winner would receive the privilege of a facial, and the honor of wearing my dried cum on her face for the rest of the day. It soon became obvious on the streets of America that a LOT of fathers had taken the same approach.Another great thing was the freedom to **** my wife. No longer. I could here the swoosh and muffled noise of the hidden generator, way back inside another small cavern in the rear of the cave. The gases were vented up thru the ceiling thru over ten feet of soil. Now all the lights came on revealing that indeed all was as it should be. I hurried back outside to help them unload the motor home. Laura seemed real nervous, so sneaking around the back of the bounder I came up behind her and lightly stuck my nails in her side. She jumped a foot in the air. . I even helped them pick out a refrigerator, washer and dryer, when we all went to Lowe’s together.”“Well, all right, everybody ... nice to see you all again, especially this cutie-pie.”“Oh, Daddy, stop it ... you’re embarrassing me. They’ll bring me home after dinner, OK?”“Sure, JJ ... I’ll see you later, bye guys.”“JJ?” Caroline said. “What does that stand for?”“Jennifer Jolene, but only my Daddy can call me that,” she said.“I’ll bet Jimbo called you that,” I said.“Yeah-but I got real tired.