" I smile. 'Thank you Birth Control.' She leads me to the her bedroom. Huge bed with mahogany frame and red plush spread. She lets me in first and clo...es the door behind her. "You're comfortable with this, right Damien?" I look at her. 'She's giving me the choice whether or not we fuck? Shouldn't it be the other way around?'I smile at her. "Oh yea, very comfortable." I stride towards her and pull her to me, wrapping on hand around her waist the other fisting her hair as I crush my mouth against. "Joe? Jeanette? That only leaves you to tell us how you feel. Unless I miss my guess, Angie here feels the same way I do. Don't you, Sweetheart?" I gave her the opportunity to either agree or disagree with my position. She took the time to thoroughly weigh her decision before replying."Yeah, I do, Dad. My daughter's been happier in the last few weeks than she's been for years. I'm really reluctant to see that go down the drain. Baby, whatever you want, we'll support you. I love you, Francesca. Clarissa didn’t have the same luxury since she had worn a tight, short, black cocktail dress. All she could do was kick off her high heels. I had a hard job keeping my eyes off her legs, which looked fantastic covered in black nylon, poking out from her dress. And when I wasn’t looking at her legs I was staring at her cleavage—the dress was quite low cut and I’m sure she must have been wearing a push-up bra because I don’t remember her cleavage being that big. And believe me, I’d studied it. ‘Invite the gentleman in.’ Lisa shouted from the lounge. ‘Helen will have to sign and, I have some other questions for him!’ Pippa blushed as she showed him in. ‘The courier Ma’am.’ Was all she said, as they entered the room. He was a fine specimen of the adult male specimen, about 20 years old and a well toned muscular body. Lisa and I both smiled at him. I signed for the parcel then said… ‘What do you think of our maid, Pippa?’ He grinned broadly and said that he thought she was.