I rolled to the table and waited. He was back in half a minute.“It is what it is. You’re her daddy not me. I’m resigned to it,” I said.“But ...ou’ve got it wrong,” he said.“Really. I’m her father not you and she, they, were celebrating Father’s Day with you. Kinda hard to get that one wrong.”“But you managed to do it,” he said.“Okay?” I said, waiting.“They planned, Penelope and Zoey, to come over here tonight with cake and ice cream to honor you on Father’s Day. Yes, they did me first because it. Each guy just smiled and reassured me that all would be well. The house was mysterious because it was surrounded by a seven foot cinderblock wall, although city ordinance maximum was six feet, according to my dad. It was beautifully manicured with stepping stone walkways leading from the house to the pool and bathhouse. Mrs. B. demanded perfection and raised all kinds of hell my first day on the job when I left early to baseball practice and left the trimming with hand clippers for the next. .." You can do it," I said in a very small voice."What did you say?" he asked loudly."I said you can fuck my ass," I replied."Nope he said, I think I'll be leaving now, it doesn't sound like you really want me to do it." Bobby, I'm begging you," I said. "Please fuck my ass. You can fuck my ass anytime you want. It's your ass." Truthfully, I hated anal sex. Bobby didn't enjoy vaginal sex with me because my pussy was kind of stretched from my husband's larger, fatter dick. But I was addicted to. Sophie took hold of the young man who had emptied his balls into Michelle's mouth a short while earlier, she pushed him to his knees and said forcefully, “Lick her clean”. The man did as he was ordered and pushed his tongue up Michelle's arse, lapping up the joint taste of Sophie's and Michelle's cream. When he had cleaned her Sophie pulled them both to their feet and ordered the boy to kiss the girl which they both enjoyed, snowballing spit and cum between them. Sophie then pulled them apart,.