"I should be home before midnight honey," I said over my shoulder, as the sliding glass door shut behind me and I headed upstairs to take a shower and...get cleaned up to go to my favorite local pub for a couple brews and conversation with my friends. I was sitting at the kitchen table when Miranda walked in, smiled with her sweetheart of a smile and pushing her hip out with her hands on her waist, asked in her cute little girl voice, "Well Daddy, how do I look?" Then twirled around so I could. Taking the bottle of lube from the bed she poured some onto her fingers and eased one into my arse. Oh my, the feeling was incredible, and I could feel her long nail before another finger forced its way next to it, the whole time my cock never left her mouth.Ann just said, “Are you ready?” as she stood and lifted my legs up with her arms. Looking down, I saw she had put on her strap-on, but thankfully the smaller one. Before I could argue she had eased the head into me.Her fingers wrapped. Darting towards my kitchen window I saw Jerome's car move up to the end of our lot coming to a stop. Peaking through my shades Jerome stepped out of his car closing the door behind. Much to my relief he was all alone. I could already feel that hundred in my hands. Walking to the end of his car he stood there next to the trunk staring towards the main road. Not thinking much of it I turned around proceeding to head towards the living room until I heard the sound of another car driving up.. I couldn’t take it anymore. I allowed my hand to first fall onto her knee, in a way that could be read as accidental. When she didn’t back away, I leaned slowly towards her, to see if she noticed my hand was slowly but surely applying pressure to her knee, and began to work its way up her sari covered thighs.She had stopped smiling that charming smile. She didn’t seem to need it anymore.I could feel her body and mind fighting with itself, refusing to give in to want, but also refusing to get up.