We had talked about a threesome several times. We talked about the turn-on of having one and we talked about the consequences and how it might affect ...ur relationship. I had some definite reservations, but to be honest, it was definitely something I have always wanted to try. I explained to Rell that Misty was our plaything for the night. I explained to him what the situation was and he began to look uncomfortable and nervous that Misty was not a willing participant. I assured him that. "Martha's eyes glistened as tears filled them."You haven't called me little missy for fifty years Daddy!" she bawled.A hug was called for, and given. That hug somehow turned into a nuzzle, which turned into a kiss, which turned into more kisses which had both of them panting within the space of just a few minutes.Martha pushed him back, her chest heaving."I'm tired after all, Daddy." she said, looking at him through thick long lashes. "I want to go to bed now."She stood, and had his hand in. “Quit being such a fucking pussy.” Fine. I tried. I did my best to be a good guy. I wasn’t about to take anymore shit off someone to whom I was extending hospitality. And if there was dirty, rough sex involved, so be it. If she felt oddly in the morning, as least I tried. I threw her onto my bed, looking over the way the white material met her well-tanned skin. Then standing before her, I dropped my shorts, letting my hardened cock spring to its full length. “Suck it, now,” I ordered her, as. .. I had missed him. But as rarely as it was that he went any place, other to sit out on his deck naked, reading a book ... or openly jacking himself off. To not see him at least, was fairly strange. I finished my coffee, went back inside to pour another and returned.It remained eerily calm, peacefully quiet. "Maybe they're all sleeping in, in order to rest up for the evening," I thought to myself. I'd give it another hour, and then wander over to Darlene and Rub's place. I had a few last.