You still have six-pack abs and your hair isn’t even gray. You’re a catch! And speaking of being caught, where’s Mom?”“Your mom,” he start...d, then kissed me. “Got called out of the country for work.” (kiss) “She didn’t want to wake you or Daniel.” (kiss) “She’ll call you later.” (kiss) “You’re mine.” (kiss) “For the next month at least.” (kiss) “All mine.” (kiss) “Daniel may have to entertain himself.” (kiss)“Daddy?”“Mmmmm, yes, baby girl?” He nuzzled into my neck.“You licked your own cum and. I told her it was time to go and we gathered up our things.On the way back she babbled about how much fun she had and was pleased that I had made a new friend. She wanted to know more about Amanda. I gave her just enough to satisfy your curiosity. She was mostly into herself so she didn’t really want to know very much.Cassie being Cassie, she invited me to spend the night since she did not like to sleep alone. As I slipped and slid in her sloppy snatch, she bragged about the ten or so. She remembered the look on her mom's eyes when she handed her the remaining money--about $13,000 to return home with. Even that small amount was more than her mother had ever had at one time. It would be memories like these that would get her through. What a reunion it will be in five years from now! It brought tears to her eyes to think about it."And we're here." The driver finally said.A long well-groomed white gravel driveway lined with pine trees led up the the moderately sized Victorian. The invitation declares that you are invited to a party; a masquerade ball. It gives an address and a contact number. It also opens up, revealing a page full of fine print and detailed instructions. You vow to read it later, if you decide to go. You mention it to your partner, who convinces you it’ll be fun. You never really go out together anymore, and to be honest, a little fun could be exactly what you need. So you agree to go. You arrive at the address easily; it wasn’t exactly hard to.