” Ianswered.“Nonsense!” she replied, “Lunch is part of the package!” She turned andstrode back to the house. Not wanting to piss off my new ...mployer on thefirst day, I followed, admiring the way her ass moved as a stiffyformed, yet again in my cut-offs.There was a plate full of sandwiches on the kitchen table, along withthree cans of Coke. She helped herself to two of each, placing one on aplate in her husbands lap, and sitting in a leather easy chair acrossfrom the living room couch, where I. His bikini top strainsagainst gravity to hold in his breasts. They jiggle in his top as hemakes his way over to my chair. His face is full of make-up with fakeeyelashes, orange eyeshadow (to match his bikini), and bright pink lipgloss. He picks up a bottle off the concrete and squirts oil onto hishands. I remain lounging on my back.Me: Start with mommy's feet. I need oil everywhere.He slowly begins rubbing the oil in. He uses both hands to slowlymassage the oil into the tops of my feet before. The mother panicked and said: “It’s a pair of boots.”The next morning was thanksgiving, she walked past her father shaving in the bathroom.He cut him self and exclaimed: “Oh, shit!”The little girl asked what shit meant. “I’m shaving right now, sweety” said her father.Then the girl went into the kitchen where her mother was cooking the turkey. She accidentally dropped it on the floor and said: “Oh, fuck!”“What does fuck mean?” Asked the little girl.“I’m cooking the turkey right now, sweety.”. Too bad, she might have learned something.We have chosen to 'declare' that no one get's pills again before their kids have had their first birthday. At the moment, the only female I am having sex with is my dear and beautiful wife.The new apartment building is fully rented and, no, not with pretty mother daughter pairings. I wanted a second stable income source, not a harem a few km from my house. It currently generates excess income and we really don't need it to live. But if something happens.