As I did, my thong shifted in place, revealing theback half of my pussy. I didn't bother to adjust it, no one was around, and it felt pretty nice anyw...y. When I turned to place the cereal on the counter, I saw two perfect blue eyes staring back at me. My father had been there for the little thong incident! As I examined his shocked face, I saw something in my peripheral vision. He was wearing only his boxers, which left little to the imagination to begin with, never mind after they were. He was old enough to be their father with short black hair that grayed on the sides, a graying mustache and beard, and a round stomach that hinted to his continuous love of beer. He was also dressed casually, a can of alcohol in his hand as he leaned in through the door to see a soccer game that was playing on the TV. You can only shake your head and ignore their stares as he stop at the mailbox and insert your key. "Of all days, why today?" you mutter as you pull out your mail and begin to. And I didn't mind a bit. If a guy was a little squirrelly, she'd tip one of the other girls, usually one of the ones she'd been with at the Prime Cut. But she saved the best pieces for me, and I had some great fucks that summer, and made a pile of money on top of it.One evening, in fact, she stunned her former colleagues by offering two businessmen, who had both come in looking for her, a foursome with me. She would blow them, and get 'em ready for round two, and I would fuck them. The price: a. I couldn’t tell if it were from the heat from the fireplace, or if it was just my body temperature rising. I could literally feel his hands gently running up and down my neck as he devoured me. Next thing I know, he pins me against the wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. My soaking wet dress bunched up at my hips. I can feel his arousal grinding into me, making me tremble. He runs his lips and tongue down my neck, nipping at my collar bone. Holding onto me, he walks me over to the couch.