It wouldn't have mattered how old I was. Outside of marriage, Daddy wasn't ever going to be OK with someone doing that to his little girl. His expecta...ions weren't unrealistic, though. My 21st-century dad knows casual sex happens in that "great big world, out there."I like your dad. Thanks for introducing me, CJ texted. I propped myself up against the headboard on Daddy's bed, next to him, a familiar setting for us, as we watched TV. As usual, I lived inside my phone, in between "uh huh's" and. . until she calls. She didn't say why, but I wouldn't be surprised if Wilson came over tonight so that they can have a heart-to-heart about what they're going to do next."I'd prepared a nice chicken Caesar salad – one of Jordan's favorites and some raspberries with whipped cream for later. As Jordan wanted, we managed to get some 'quality time' together in 'our' bed. After Trish's comments about how vocal Jordan was when we made love, I was more conscious of it and I had to agree that Jordan. We were supposed to be having a party here tonight and now I was going to have to clean again and make food and clean the outside. Damn him! I walked through the house and didn't see him anywhere. I wonder where he could be. I looked out the back door and saw the light on in our shed. He must be in there. I walked to the back porch and out in to our jungle of a yard. I opened the door of the shed and seen him working on the new paddle he was making for me. "Ryan what the hell have you been. All the girls look at me and then point to the kitchen door. I slink back to the kitchen; “JAY WHAT THE HELL,” says Fred.“Hey Fred, sorry I kept you waiting this morning. It was a crazy night last night, I woke up late and didn’t remember what day it was.”“Those girls keeping you hopping son,” answers Fred with a wink.“They are a handful, you have no idea Fred. Hey, you think you could still whip up our usual,” I ask.“I don’t know Jay, you kinda messed up my mojo this morning.”“Fred man, I’m.