He’s already got a beer in his hand and sweat pants on and did I tell you that he always has this semi-woody? Not a ½ but somewhere’s around a ¼...woody. So at any rate its bulging as usual. I just wanted to drop to my knees and deep throat him but, Lets not be unbridled here. I’m still trying to make him think I’m not his cock slut (HA!). So we’re having a beer watching my wife's big ol titties. And he starts rubbing away and he yanks it out. Then he puts in his wife’s video and she’s laying out. Once more, slowly.” Lauren continued to giggle as dad twirled her around. Then he abruptly took her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. I was kind of stunned at this, but didn’t know whether or not I should object so I kept my mouth shut. He wasn’t just my dad, after all, he was also my landlord and my boss. I was highly dependent on him at the moment. He held her for a half minute or so as they looked into each other’s eyes with wide smiles on their faces. Uh oh, I thought, I’m going to. ”Whip something up, that sounded good. After a long minute in the heat, he seemed to arrive at a conclusion. “Let’s go inside and have a bite to eat, and we’ll talk about our options.”“Sounds good, Mr. Bradley .”He laughed and shook his head. “Just Morgan, okay?” He opened the door for me and held his hand out in an after you kind of way.I walked up the three steps into the cool interior… and stopped… not believing my eyes. Miss Jennifer stood stark naked, standing at a small counter and making. Come on, live a little.”“I’ll… I’ll think about it. Gonna go and get ready to meet up with Deidre.”Amanda hustled out of the living room and back upstairs. Silence then held the room in captivity until Frankie stood up and sauntered towards Bill – standing directly before him.“Why are you so close?” He sunk into the couch further.“Convince her to go.”“What?”“I said, convince her to go.”“Why?” Bill leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs.“Because,” Frankie said, jabbing his forehead.