The phone clicked. I shivered, smiling. It was just such a naughty picture. I moved quickly, sending the text with the caption: “Just had one hot th...eesome. Marissa loved the new vibrator you bought me.” I noticed all the texts I'd gotten while Marissa, Evaline, and I enjoyed our last romp of lesbian passion. My daughter Sam had sent me updates on her losing her cherry. I gasped in shock that she did it while I was gone.I was so jealous. I wanted to be there to witness that important moment in. Every man knows every intricacy of his own dick but this one was new to me. To be honest, it felt a little strange touching a foreign penis. I shook off those slightly homosexual thoughts and marveled at its design. This was no ordinary penis. It looked as if it was sculpted out of marble by Michaelangelo. I could tell that under its rather large surface appearance, it contained a power unfathomable to the ordinary man. It seethed with sexual energy. I knew I was strapped for time but I had to. She looked at it, smiled and reached down and yanked my shorts and underwear down and I sprang free. She dropped to her knees and closed her mouth around my knob and started to suck while her hands stroked my shaft. It was beyond fantastic, not only because she was very good at what she was doing but because of who she was. It took a very short time to bring me to the edge, so I stopped her and said, this cannot end so soon and I lifted her to her feet and stared into her eyes in amazement. She. Instead of a toolbox, she carried a large leather shoulder bag. Mikey gave me a polite peck on the cheek as she entered the house. “You’re right, Dave,” she said, walking into the sitting room and heading for the kitchen. “There must be something wrong with the boiler again because it’s pretty cold in here. Let me have a look, and while I am doing that, would you make me a cup of tea? So, I filled the kettle while Mikey put on her glasses and went into the laundry room to address the boiler..