“Sorry, Mistress” Van apologized.“Don’t call me Mistress,” Cheyenne commanded with the same tone as she led her husband upstairs.“Sorry, M...’am,” Van said.“No talking, just crawling,” My daughter told him. She always was the pushy one in the relationship.I checked on her baby and made sure Elizabeth was okay. I couldn’t believe my daughter had named her after that “Cool lady on bewitched” but she had. She was such a perfect angel – I hoped she didn’t turn out like Cheyenne and then I felt a. She handed me the tiny cell phone and sat again between my legs but this time turned to the side so she could watch me. This position of hers put her face a mere two or three inches from my butter slathered cock and her hands rested on my inner thighs. ‘What did you do?’ was the first of many texts that I sent to my wife. Her response to the first one was simple… ‘Giving you and your little girl some quality time to really get to know each other.’ As Kim and I texted back and forth, Bailey saw. “Grandpa, Megan told me that she wanted to give her pussy to you as her present for your birthday.”I laid her on the king size bed. I looked at the naked body of Megan. The pair of beautiful small tits high on her chest, just like the way I like to see tits. Then there was her gorgeous red haired pussy. I looked at that naked female with all the lust in my body.Laura and Janet had stripped and were also naked. They began having lesbian sex in the way of two females.I knelt beside Megan, I. .” answered the flustered Joan. “You’d be surprised where it can get.” answered Gabriella nonchalantly, “On their shoes, pants, my hair, on the floor, their desk.” she shook her head with a hint of mirth. “Its just part of the job. At least HR makes them shave their pubes, so I don’t have to get hair in my mouth.” By this time I’d been fully aware and observing the women’s interactions. I looked at the clock, it was 12:45. I stood up and grabbed my boxers and slacks off the top of my.