Tonight would be special; she had a good feeling about it.From the back of her underwear drawer she removed the bottle of aromatic oil. There was no r...al reason to hide it but it saved any awkward questions from the other Sisters. She poured a generous measure onto her palm and inhaled the tart, musky aroma. Slowly and deliberately, she worked the scented oil into her skin. Her eyes closed and a gentle smile spread across her face as she surrendered to the pleasurable sensation of the oily. Pants drew number one and his cubicle was similar to before except for the addition of an envelope of photographs. Glory drew number two and his cubicle had a wall mounted flatscreen and remote for watching a porn film. Slam-it-in drew number three and his cubicle had a one way mirror so he could see into the room of a young woman. Jay-Me drew number four and his cubicle was similar to before except for the addition of a one way mirror and a "glory hole." Let the stimulation begin. Now it. He was still the handsomest, most masculine man she had ever known, even passing through his middle fifties. She walked up and pressed herself to him, holding his gaze. "Welcome home, Daddy."she breathed. He smiled, and their lips met, holding firmly, tongues gently dueling. She felt his cock spasm into her groin. She was only two inches shorter than her father, and she loved to feel him reacting to her firm body. She pulled away, and whispered "Your Mum's tonight, Daddy, but we'll just see. Her hair was black and curly and her thick lips always seemed to be pouting, like that old cartoon character Betty Bloop or whatever her name was.There were others girls in the picture whom he either didn’t know, or who were former Maneaters whose names escaped him. Despite some crow’s feet at the edges of their eyes, overall they looked better than ever, going from cute high schoolers to gorgeous women who were full-figured in all the right places.“Hey Neal!”Neal turned around to the voice.