. and who WE spend time with ... is our business," said Denise, some heat in her voice. She didn't like this woman, but it had more to do with the fac... that this woman wanted her father, than it did with her snide comments. She got snide herself. "You got anything decent to wear in this dump?"Mable saw her hopes of dallying with one ... or both ... of the men going down the drain. These girls - and they WERE girls - were young and pretty and sexy, while she was on the verge of losing what looks. I poured myself abrandy, and we moved to the living room. I settled on the couch and began to sip the 50 year oldliqueur. Linda sat on the floor between my feet with her legscurled up under her. "Well," I said. "I'm coming to appreciate your fantasies moreeach time." "I'm glad, sweetheart. There's a bit more to come, though. You may want to withhold judgement until the end of the night." The brandy's golden burn in my throat and stomach had begun torelax every muscle in. It had been so long he hadn’t recognized it at first, but now with the context, he was able to place it. The smell was Michelle. Michelle had been masturbating while he was fucking Nicole and Janet.Nicole sat up and stared as her mother made out with her best friend while furiously working her clit.Janet was mewling, and flexing her legs as Michelle expertly brought her to a climax.As Michelle broke their kiss Janet stared up at her in a lustful daze, while Michelle stared back down at her. Was it? I put my face in my hands and shook my head—God, what a nightmare! It had all seemed so real! I could tell that this was one horrible dream that would stay with me for a long time.“Davey?” Amber mumbled sleepily as I felt her hand clumsily stroke across my back. I must’ve disturbed her when I’d sat up.“Davey?” my sister mumbled again as I sat dazed and non-responsive, still partially lost within my thoughts.I felt a gentle shake on my shoulder blade.“Huh?” I belatedly uttered, my voice.