Peter leaned back in his chair and played the conversation over in his mind once more. He and Cynthia had looked up when their daughter approached the...table alone. Winona's and Jerrod's meal had already been delivered to the table. Winona had looked down at the now cold meal and glared. Her mother looked up at her with a smile that soon changed to a worried look and said, "I'm sorry about the cold food Honey. I was so sure you would be on time I told the waiter to leave it for you when he. “Sorry, Dad.”“It was our second day at Camp Custer,” I answered. Riley sat down again. “The place was an absolute shithole. We called it Camp Custer because somebody had posted a sign over the entrance saying, ‘Little Big Horn II’. The real name was Dush-el-Kebir. I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. You never went outside the walls by yourself because your head would end up on a spike in the road if you did. Our second night there, Riley and I were on overwatch when the hajjis rolled up with a. .. we think there is no hard-and-fast limit to the family’s size. It won’t get huge, but we’re sure it will grow next year.”“B-b-but won’t that ... umm ... impinge on ... what you girls want?”Gracey figuratively leaned in, responding, “No, because Dad’s not our most important lover. Don’t get me wrong. We all absolutely love making love with him, but the internal relationships of the sisters are more important. Besides, in a few years, who knows where we girls are going to be. Hopefully, we’ll. As you peek out the window, you catch a glimpse of my little black dress, cinched at the waste, buttoned from top to not quite bottom… Each stride lets you see that the slit in the front is teasingly close to my pussy and with every extension of my golden legs, you strain to see if I’m wearing any underwear under the silky material. As I reach your steps, you hear my heels click on the wooden slats and you stand by the door waiting. My fingers drag across the door before curling into a fist..