Brad softened. He couldn’t stay angry at her in any case, especially not if she were crying. He held his arms out to her, hoping she would come to h...m. She did, hurrying to close the gap between them. She bent over and hugged him, feeling so nice in his arms. Then she turned her body and slid onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her cheek to his. Brad rubbed his daughter’s back and stroked her silky hair. She smelled of cigarettes, and a little of beer. Faintly, he was. Both were middle aged, nearly bald, one slightly taller than the other and both were in nothing but boxer shorts. They smiled as I continued to sob, when suddenly *WHACK* I was slapped silly. This made me stop crying for some reason, and it was done again, some how, I was enjoying it to say the least. I was lifted onto my knees and both stood in front of me. As they dropped their boxers I realised that this was going to happen, an I wasn't afraid, in fact I jumped at their cocks and began. “So, from a Herky Bird to training command...”She sat up straight and gave a parade-ground salute. “Yes, Sir. Our Mission is to recruit, train and educate Airmen to deliver air power for America!”He shook his head as they both grinned.“And the real story is?”She didn’t hesitate. “Millennials learning to fly, taught by prematurely gray instructors.”“And now you’re thoroughly sick of it.” It was a statement, not a question.Her faint smile belied the seriousness of her answer. “Oh, am I. . Sunday afternoon came and I received a phone call which I answered and it was her Kim and she said.,"Mr.Mark may I come over and talk with you about something for a few minutes and may I also go swimming in your pool" I said yes come on over and if you like invite a friend for I have something to do this evening. About 45 minutes later door bell rang I opened the door and there stood Kim absolutely beautiful young 19 girl stood there wearing a short black mini skirt and white top that really.