He'd kissed her goodbye at the movie studio that morning. "I love you, pretty lady," he'd whispered. "Dream about me ... I'll be dreaming about you!"D...ana had noticed a frown crease his brow and he'd looked like he was going to say something else ... but he didn't.What else had he wanted to tell her? She'd let it go and promised him she would dream of him. Most of her dreams lately had been about him.Every once in a while, the big man would sneak back in. But they were more like. My mouth went dry as I tried to actnormal and pack my clothes into the locker along with my toweland camera, turning it off as I put it away.I grabbed my tennis racket and walked up towards the top of therow and as I passed the third man he stood up and walked besideme. We exchanged names and passed comment about nothing inparticular as we headed out to the courts. Outside his wifejoined him and together we headed to the courts and met SallyAnne. We chatted for a few minutes and then our. “Oh master, I missed that,” she said.“Me too dear,” I said, smiling.Melora cleaned herself up. We showered together, and then had breakfast downstairs with Helena. Helena knew I had been fucking her daughter. She had sent her to me.But there was no awkwardness between the three of us. It all seemed quite natural.The next few weeks were wonderful. I would have Melora, my beautiful, busty young girl one night, and Helena, my busty MILF slut the next. I had the best of both worlds with these two... He hobbled out still laughing, and then his voice floated back."Don't forget. Your at the top of the stairs, first door to the left," he said, then silence.The next morning dawned rainy and dreary but we were snug in this house. Hell, I don't think anything less than a concerted effort with a wrecking ball or dynamite would knock it down.Surprisingly enough, when I went to the kitchen, Matt was already there. He had a plate of sausages already cooked, coffee was on, and the hash browns were.