“I feel sorry for George.”Both Cynthia and Emily looked up, and I saw that both got my drift. “What George doesn’t know he can’t worry about... can he?” my wife said.There was silence before Emily breathed, “I’d like to keep it that way. You do understand that?”I shrugged. “You know we do, Emily. We’re souls of discretion. Has either of us spoken a word about how you begged us to make you cum the other week, like some raving nympho?”Emily stared down at the floor. “That was just… It can’t happen. He undid my jeans, I quickly helped slide them off.He laid by my side, his hand exploring the warm, wet, and tight pussy that was soon going to be all his. His two fingers jammed inside. "Ahh." That feels good, doesn't it?"I whimpered, "Uh-huh."I could feel him curl his fingers inside. I couldn't resist, the urge was too great, and I let go of my excitement that was bottled up inside."Oh God! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! Uhm!" That's a good girl, you like cumming for daddy, don't you?"Words couldn't escape. For that, he jockyed over acash register at a fast food restaurant for a few hours each day. Hisusual routine ended with him back home, doing whatever homework he wasgiven for that day.At home, it was just Todd, and his mother, Dianne. Alex often needledhim that Dianne was a 'Total MILF.' Sure, she had all the elements, shewas in shape, busty and curvy, with lovely blue eyes and platinum blondehair. Just the same, Todd didn't see it, probably just his bias. WhenTodd looked up from his History. "A few problems but nothing I couldn't handle," he answered againtwisting his neck to swing his hair back out of his eyes. The action hadbecome so normal during the day he almost forgot to complain. "Mybiggest problem has been keeping my hair out of my eyes." You seem to be handling it well but if it is a bother I could style itso it won't be constantly falling forward," Sandi announced. "I couldfix it for you tonight if you are interested."Set 'em UpWhen they arrived at the salon, both were.