“Yes but the young man is dealing with us thank you,” mum said.“Oh I’ve sent him off to make the tea, would you like a cup?”“Look, we’re...both busy people,” I said testily. “If you’re going to butt in on his sales and take his commission we’re leaving.”“But --.”“No buts, we’re paying cash, now either get him back here or we’re leaving and you lose two sales.”He went bright red but turned to go and fetch the junior.“I don’t think anyone’s ever spoken to him like that before,” mum giggled.“Well. I went to make myself some coffee before returning to the bathroom. She had just gotten in the shower and I pulled the curtain aside and got in with her. "Daddy, are you going to shower with me?" "Yes, Sweetie, I thought it would speed things up a bit. You don't mind do you?" "No, Sir." I took a wash cloth and soaped it with shower gel and worked up a lather on the cloth and began to wash her back and shoulders, then down her back to her tight, perfect ass. Washing her handful sized buns was. It was nice to have an audience. "Good morning", said Cynthia, coming towards me wearing nothing but a blue long sleeve shirt. "What smells good besides me?" Cynthia gave me her usual wet kisses and tongue dance, along with that bright smile on her face. Speaking of ex the blue shirt was a gift from her awhile back, but I didn't think much of it.. . Bree? Does that mean yes?”“Yes, you doofus. I’ll see you at eight.”I hung up. Did I tell her what time?With three extra people, we had sixteen in the house snacking on everything we could get at Costco on Saturday afternoon. We had soft drinks, Pub Mix, popcorn, nuts, chips—even one of those huge shrimp platters. We didn’t have dinner, just started snacking at about three in the afternoon.Oh yeah. Just three extras. Justin’s date? Bree. Now that was interesting.“Um ... Amanda,” I said when.