.he fucked my ass with his hand. It hit my p-spot. And I came yet again. Then...SMACK! One more hard painful spank. Last thing I felt was my Daddy's s...ft lips and tongue as he kissed then licked my sore buttocks. "Okay," he said. "You can get up."In tears, I stood up, walked a few feet away and tried to pull up my undies, but my ass just hurt too bad. It was like a sunburn, all red, tender and painful to the touch. His hand-prints were deep and showed for days."You're next, honey" my Daddy said. ”“I wondered about that when you sang it last night,” Sarah said. “I ... didn’t know about the other one. You said last year that you’d only twice written songs about a specific person. It was those two.”“No,” Liz admitted. “Yes, I was talking about ‘Invisible’ but Travis was more of ... an inspiration ... for ‘Golden Boy’ than the subject. I wrote ‘Game of Chance’ about ... someone else.”Sarah nodded. I suspected she knew the person in question even if I had no clue.“When I sit down to write,. "You talk good Janice, but maybe we ask postman and gardener if they have any story to tell." The big, strong, slightly overweight Italian man laughed heartily as his wife punched him lightly on his massive chest and as Vikki and my sister began to get dressed. "Oh she right," he finally agreed with a hearty laugh, "but maybe me like to go that way!" Couldn't agree more," said my father as he snatched Maria's thong briefs out of my waistband. "My Maria can do that to me any time she likes." Oh. I owed my lovers more than I could ever hope to repay ... but I would try, even if it took me until the end of my life!My house was done! Restored and the repairs legally approved for occupancy, all ready to now move in. I ought to have been ecstatic! This was the moment that we'd been living for, for months of hassles, horrific debt, and not to mention mental wear and tear upon several of my best friends, particularly Garry who had selflessly shared his house with us to the extent that we'd.