The birthday girl up yet,” I replied as I sat at the table. “She’s already up and gone over to her friends for a while. I told her she can’t b... here while we got the yard ready for the party. And, I didn’t want her here when her birthday present from you arrives. If she was, we wouldn’t get any time with her at all, Dad.” “She still has no idea, huh?” Sarah often remarked that she wanted a car for her sixteenth birthday, since she got her driver’s license that previous morning. But I had. When he saw her he looked startled, but made no comment. He was a tall, spare man with thinning hair, older than Molly but not, she thought, old enough to be her father."You don't seem in the least shy about your duties?" he asked."Sir?" was all that Molly could think of to say."The lack of underclothing," he explained."Oh. Monsignor Flavin did not say I was to wear any, sir."The visitor made no comment, but walked over to the drawers and took out the statue of the man's penis. Molly had not. Crying out, I cum hard, losing my rhythm and thrusting wildly into her. I am blind with pleasure and feel disoriented. I release her legs and fall on top of Shawna, who is grabbing at me, trying to hold me. I don’t pull away, as is my usual custom. Instead I lay awkwardly on top of her, supporting most of my weight by leaning on my elbow. ‘Sam?’ She almost whispers. ‘Shawna?’ I tease, as I lift up to smile down at her. ‘I need to get up.’ My smile falls, as I push off of the bed to stand up. I. “You look like shit, want some coffee?”“Yeah ... um ... sure...” he mumbles. “What ... uh... ?”“Good,” she says, setting the mug on the table in front of him before spinning back around toward the counter. She bends over it, her night shirt lifting up over her ass, showing everything off, including her new assets.Margo normally has a wide mouth with pouty lips, the kind that every man or woman dream of kissing. Her normally long dark hair is pulled back into a pony tail. Her beauty is.