It is hard to find for people who all want to be together. I guess maybe we were picky, but either the husband or the wife wasn't right for us. Anywa..., one night we were at a dance club and feeling frisky after several drinks. Both of us danced with each other and also with others. At one point Jean went to the restroom and came back to introduce me to a woman she had talked to. The woman was probably 15 years younger than us and very cute. Her husband was at the bar getting them another. I got out of the car and went into the house. I thought it best to watch television so as to get my mind off my daughter’s friend and how hot she looked this evening. I popped open an ale and settled in to watch television. I must have dozed off because I was awakened by the ringing of the telephone. I looked at the clock and saw it was 1 a.m. I rubbed my eyes and cleared my throat, “Hello?” “Hi daddy,” screeched the voice on the other end. “Can you come get us?” I couldn’t determine which. You is gonna sit on the stool by that dressing table... an' you can watch whilst Daddy give me a baby...oh, an' you'll be wearing this..." Gemma again reached down into the box by the side of the bed, and grabbing Redhead by her hair, yanked her head back roughly so that she could see the ballgag she held in her other hand. "But...but...Gemma...I actually DO like the kinky stuff...I loved him hurting me as he fucked me...when you whipped me..." Gemma tutted and sighed, "Well, ya can sit an'. ...I've cherished every moment I've spent with you. The whole sleeping together thing, it was great, it really was, and way better than anything I've ever experienced before. But you know what? I don't care about that. I don't care if I never get to feel your physical touch ever again for the rest of my life. I just know that you need you IN my life, in any capacity!" Kristy listened in rapt attention as he continued. "You've touched me with your endless generosity and compassion. You've taught.