"Her eyes arched. "Your kidding! The orange one? She never lets anybody see her in that." I think she was so excited that she forgot she was wearing i.... I was glad. I was so frazzled by trying to figure out what was going on that it was kind of nice to be distracted by all that flesh, even though I knew she was my daughter."Gidget laughed. "You don't know how odd it is to be around a man who's honest." You'd look good in something like that." he said, leering."Yeah, right, with all my flab. Outside the headmaster's office, she checked her makeup in her mirror then knocked on the door.Inside the head master had been masturbating, wondering why Jennifer Truscott's mother wanted to see him. Would she complain about the severity of the caning he had given her daughter? Or would she be trying to get him to drop the three strokes she was still due? Either option promised to be an amusing discussion. He loved discussing discipline with protesting weak politically correct mothers! He put. "Wow!" exclaimed Naomi "That looks pretty big already!" I told you Mr Jones was hung!" grinned Jessie.Then they both dropped to their knees in front of me, and as Jessie wrapped her soft warm white hand around my cock and began to massage it, Naomi leant forward, stuck out her tongue, and started licking the tip of my growing cockhead.I stared down at these two hot teens and once again couldn't believe this was happening, and in my own house, and with my wife's permission, but it was, and very. I just smiled because I knew that my mother was a prude. I smiled bigger knowing that he had given me the money, the self-righteous prick.On Saturday I went to the concert and I got a seat up close. I bought a T-shirt and got a signed CD too. I didn’t even care what time I got home.Dad stopped me at the door and asked me what I had been up too. I replied, “I went to the concert thanks to you.”Of course he asked, “Thanks to me?”I said, “Yeah, you fucked my hooker in the ass and then you gave her.