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My daughter, Virginia and my granddaughter, Casey, live with me. Let me tell you up front, there is nothing virgin about Virginia and there hasn’t been for quite some while. She’s a whore and has been a whore since before she was knocked up as a teenager. I have always loved and adored her, through thick and thin, so don’t think I’m being too harsh on the girl; she’s a stripper and sells her body. As her father, that was little hard to take at first, but I made peace with it.
It all goes back to junior high when Virginia had her cheery plucked at some party. Neither her mother nor I knew about it at the time, but she quickly gained a reputation as an easy lay and apparently did her level best to live up to that reputation, relying on condoms to keep her safe.
Her reputation followed her when she started high school as a freshman. Seems the “popular” guys, jocks and that sort, had a club to which they recruited loose girls like Virginia to pass around and do what loose, promiscuous girls do with horny guys. Problem was, the guys weren’t all that careful (as if that was a surprise) and by the time Christmas rolled around, we had a 15 year old pregnant teenage daughter on our hands. She really didn’t have a clue as to who specifically knocked her up, and could only narrow it down to maybe thirty guys or so.
My wife was beside herself. Me, I was stoic about it all. I had left all the sex stuff between mother and daughter, not realizing that Virginia wasn’t exactly being honest with her mother. The result was predictable enough.
I still had plans for her to go to college and make something of herself, but those plans were not to be. Even going to a special school where girls who had special needs (i.e. babies), Virginia made it a point to disappoint us. She had a job, but it quickly became apparent that she was making a whole lot more money than that menial job could ever provide. My wife and I cajoled her, but she continued her ways, accompanying older men for cash to a spare room at the motel where she “worked” while my wife and I looked after little Casey.
My wife and I had discussions about putting her out and forcing her to make it on her own, but neither of us had the heart to do it, either to Virginia or to Casey… especially Casey as she had nothing to do with what her mother was doing.
Just before Vee turned eighteen and Casey was not quite two, my wife was killed while shopping for things for Casey. It was no one’s fault, simply a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You see, a spring storm moved through town and a rather small tornado (as far as tornados go) touched down and the roof collapsed on the Wal-Mart. There were a half a dozen people injured and only a single fatality, my wife.
As far as midlife crisis go, the next several months were particularly difficult for me, what with a toddler, no wife and an irresponsible daughter. I had responsibilities and so did Vee, but she wasn’t exactly eager to meet them, but whether she wanted them or not I was determined. Virginia and I finally worked something out so that Casey wasn’t being neglected. During the day, while I went to work, Virginia fulfilled her role as mother, then at night while she worked, I looked after the kid.
Now that she was old enough, she also started a regular job. Rather than hanging out on street corners, she took up stripping for drooling ogres. When she told me that, I nearly blew a gasket but managed to keep my emotions in check. After a few days I realized that stripping was far better than being a street prostitute. The mental gymnastics one can do to accept an unacceptable situation is simply amazing. She did pretty well at it too as she is a very attractive girl, especially after her boss financed her breast implants, then she was spectacular.
I accepted all that and the sordid reality. What choice did I have? But one thing irked me. My wife and I had allowed her to live at home, basically for free. The house was paid for, and the only bills were the utilities and food. Virginia bought all the diapers (most of them) and some of Casey’s clothes, but she didn’t pay rent or anything. Her mother wouldn’t hear of it and after she was killed, I let it slide for the better part of a year. But when she started pulling in the dough for stripping, the rent free thing really began to bug me. By god, it was time for her to step up to the plate!
“Virginia, we need to make some changes around here.”
“Like what, Daddy? You want to redecorate or remodel the house?”
“No, the house is fine the way it is. I think you need to be contributing more around here.”
“What do you mean? I look after Casey during the day like you wanted me to do.”
“That’s your responsibility, not some task like doing the dishes. I think you need to contribute to the upkeep of this house.”
“It’s paid for isn’t it?”
“Yes. I paid for it. Every fucking dime!”
“You don’t have to get mad,” she pouted.
“I’ve tried not to be angry for many years and for the most part I’ve succeeded,” I replied evenly.
“Uh, what do you want me to do?”
“How about paying some rent?”
“Rent? But… I live here.”
There followed a teary eyed discussion of not having any money (except for her extensive wardrobe of hooker outfits and her sports car), the result of which was a lot of boo-hoo-ing and casting me as some sort miser. I lost that round, but I hadn’t lost the war.
A few days later, I secured a babysitter for Casey and went out for the first time in ages. I’m not at all sure why, but I went to the Coronado Club where Virginia worked. I had been there before, several times before my wife died, so I was very familiar with the business and its offerings. The place looked exactly the same as when I was last there. The only real difference was that it was my daughter who was now working there.
As soon as I paid my cover fee, I felt guilty and reconsidered going in. A bouncer eyed me warily as I stood to the side and just waited and thought about things. Finally I came to the conclusion that I had no reason to feel guilty about Virginia’s decisions. Hell, she didn’t feel guilty in the least about her choices, so why should I? She decided to work here and not somewhere else. Why shouldn’t I go in?
There was, of course, a stage. It was peninsular in shape and jutted out into the large room, surrounded by small tables for close up viewing of the strip shows. The table area was in turn surrounded by an outer ring of “secluded” booths for more intimate performances. I took up one the small tables about center stage. Not surprisingly, some other honey was up on stage lewdly dancing.
I scanned the joint looking for Virginia, and finally spied a blonde bombshell; there was no mistaking who it was. She began working one of the booths. I watched as she made her pitch and then sat with the customer. A few minutes later, I watched as she stripped off her slinky red dress and then clad only in a thong and high heel shoes, put on a very energetic and permissive lap dance. The guy’s hands were all over her bare ass and she was massaging his face with her new super hooters.
When the dance was over, she sat by him bare breasted until he wanted another dance. After the third dance, she slipped her dress on and then headed for the area where the “private” booths where located. He didn’t waste any time following her.
I’d been back there before, so I knew the layout and what went on back there. Vee and her mark weren’t going to be discussing Jesus, that for sure. The “private” booths were small, six by six cubby holes with a padded, vinyl covered bench, an ornate box filled with condoms and screened off with just a curtain.
Fifteen minutes or so later, they came back to his booth. She gave him a kiss and then moved on to work on the next lonely guy.
It was nearly an hour and a half from when I first spied Virginia and when she was called to take the stage. By that time she’d been back to the “private booths” for a second time. I figured that in that hour and a half she had made about $160 or so on the lap dances, plus another two hundred to three hundred dollars for her more private performances. Not a bad hourly rate.
When she came out on stage, she had changed out of her slinky little red dress and now had on one of her stripper costumes that consisted of a red silk blouse tied under her volumous tits, a black lacy bra, a black leather miniskirt, a thong (different color than the one she had been wearing) and her “come-fuck-me” shoes that laced up her calves and which she was wearing before. The dance started off tame enough, mostly she strutting about the stage, but soon the blouse was untied, then discarded. Next went the mini skirt and there was an audible approval as everyone feasted on her shapely ass. On the third song, she really got down to business, unhooked her bra and then strutted around holding it in place until it joined her other discarded clothes.
It was hard for me to remember that I was her father as I was drooling right along with the other lechers. Good God, what knockers! What a piece of ass! Then the flash of her winning smile reminded me of the thousands I spent on those gleaming, perfectly straight teeth.
All this time, she had been making the rounds, flirting with her admirers and collecting tips. I sat back a watched and didn’t participate in the on-stage tipping. I had a good seat and I know she looked at me several times, but nothing registered with her. I suppose I was just another face to smile at, but otherwise regarded as faceless.
It wasn’t until she stripped off the thong and was lewdly displaying her pussy and asshole, that she finally recognized my face in the crowd... the look of surprise was genuine. Unfortunately for the guys sitting near me, she quickly moved to another part of the stage. I don’t know what came over me, but when she came around again on her final pass, I pointed to an empty booth behind me, then rose and claimed my new spot. Ten minutes or so after she had finished her set, she was back in her slinky red dress and slipped into the booth with me.
“Gawd, Daddy! What are you doing here?”
“I’m out having a little fun.”
“What about Casey?”
“I hired a babysitter.”
“To come here?”
“Yes. I wanted to see you hard at work.”
“How do you know about this place?”
I laughed at her naivety. “Sweetheart, I’ve been here several times before. I just haven’t come here since you started working here… for obvious reasons. But why shouldn’t I come here? You know, this was my favorite club. All the others just lack class.”
“This is so embarrassing!”
“Why? You do this every night,” I replied while staring at the generous amount of cleavage she was flaunting.
“Because you’re my father.”
“That I am, Vee, but tonight, consider me as just another customer.” As soon as I said that, a deliciously wicked thought came to mind. “Say, what’s the going rate for lap dances these days? Twenty five or thirty bucks?”
“You want a lap dance?”
“Why not? That’s why I came here, to have some pretty young thing in my lap.”
“From me? You want a lap dance from me? You can’t be serious!”
“I’m just a customer, Vee, and I want a lap dance from the most spectacularly titted girl in the joint.”
“I’m a customer, remember. How much?”
“Thirty five dollars.”
I snorted, “Inflation,” as I peeled off two twenties. “Make it good and keep the change. Now loose the dress.”
She had always worn revealing clothes around the house, and it had always been a struggle not to gawk at her, especially with that rack she was now sporting. But one thing I hadn’t seen, at least since she was little, was seeing her naked (tonight’s strip show notwithstanding) and now for a measly thirty five bucks she was going to give me a close up show.
It was quite a show too. What a set of knockers! But there was a problem too, and I’m not referring to the unfatherly state of my unruly organ. During the entire lackluster dance, she kept putting my hands back on her hips and maintaining a respectable distance between me and her tits… it was a great view of a great set, but… Once the music stopped she slid off to the side and grabbed her dress.
“Hold on there!” I told her. “You call that a lap dance?”
“It WAS a lap dance,” she retorted defensively.
“Honey, I’ve been watching you tonight. You’re cheating me, plain and simple. The two guys you entertained before your stage show got one hell of lot more for their money than I did. Look, I’m not trying to buy a trip back to a “private” booth for a fuck and a suck, I just want to be treated fairly."
“Now put the dress down and get back up here and give me a ride to remember.” She wasn’t very happy about it, but this time I did get my money’s worth and let me tell you, that was a dance to remember.
Pulling her tits from my face she asked petulantly, “Is that all?”
“Yes, Vee. No, wait… pick me out one of your friends for some private booth entertainment.”
“Gosh, Daddy… What’s gotten into you?”
“I’m tired of whipping Willie every night. I want to get laid and I’m willing to pay for it. No, I think I want a blowjob… Yeah, who gives the best head among your friends.”
“Sunshine? Okay, send her over.”
“You owe me thirty five dollars,” she demanded.
“That first dance wasn’t worth ten dollars,” I rejoined. That wasn’t entirely true; the close up view of those bare tits was a sight to see. Her nipples were of particular interest as I’d seen hints of them often enough with the skimpy clothes she wore around the house, and glimpses of them when she was breast feeding Casey, but except for her routine on stage, I’d never seen them up close. Good God! She had to have the biggest nipples of any girl I’ve even seen! Not the aureoles, the nipples themselves… nearly an inch long and as thick as my thumb! Are they always like that? Do they do nipple implants too? Or is that just the result of tit sucking? “Tell you what. We’ll discuss high finance and whores when you get home.”
Sunshine turned out to be a pretty good cocksucker, something I sorely needed that evening, and whatever guilt I may have felt about the lap dance, I left at the club.
For the next several days, Virginia managed to avoid me so we didn’t have a chance to discuss to “high finance and whores”. But finally I cornered her and had a heart-to-heart with her.
“Virginia, you are an adult now and have made very adult decisions about your life. I have grown to accept that. But as an adult, you need to pay your fair share of the costs and upkeep of this house.”
“You still want me to pay you rent?”
“Yes, I do.”
She batted her eyes at me, a tried and true tactic and said, “But Daddy… I don’t make enough money and I have my car to pay for, and…”
“Seems to me that you were quite the busy girl the other night,” I countered stealing my resolve.
“We’re not always that busy. There was a convention in town and…”
“That’s why you haven’t been home until after daybreak?”
Shit! I really didn’t need to know that, but I asked… Recovering from my policy of no prying I came up with an analogy off the cuff. “You know what a parasite is? It’s something, a plant or animal, that lives off its host and gives nothing in return. You’re living off me and giving nothing in return. You are being a parasite.”
I admit that that was a bit harsh, but I wasn’t about to apologize and loose the high ground, so I came up with a cleaver deflection. “Hush! Now do you know what a symbiotic relationship is?”
“No. Not really.”
“You didn’t learn shit in school, did you? Well, a symbiotic relationship is where two plants or animals, or even a plant and an animal, contribute something to the survival of the other. In most cases these two organisms are so dependent on the other that they can’t survive on their own.
“Now what I’m proposing is changing your parasitic relationship with me into a symbiotic one.” How’s that for being fast on the feet?
“I don’t follow you, Daddy.”
“I give you something… in this case a roof to sleep under and food on the table, and you give me something in return… like money.”
“But I don’t have any…” She was trying the batting of her eyes again and this time added sticking her finger between her very glossy wet and full lips. That gave me an idea.
“I’ve already heard your tale of woe about being cash strapped. You know what they do in societies where there isn’t money for a cash economy? It’s called barter. Let’s say that I trade you a handful of arrowheads for those niffty pottery bowls you make. That’s bartering. Now you don’t need arrowheads and I don’t need pottery, so if you don’t have any money, what do you have, that I might want, that you can barter for rent?”
Virginia thought hard and either couldn’t think of anything or didn’t want to think about what I was getting at. “I dunno, Daddy.”
“Oh, come now!”
“Really, I can’t think of a single thing…”
“What do you do for a living? You’re a whore.”
“Are you saying… Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!” When the shock wore off a bit, she snapped back at me, “You’re a perv!” then she stormed out of the house to end the conversation.
I was rather pleased and displeased with how that conversation went. She was as headstrong as ever, but she’d been put on notice to put up or put out. Of course I really didn’t want her to put out, I just wanted her to be responsible. Heck, I had already decided to put the money away for Casey’s college education. I just needed to talk in a language she understood and I did.
After work the next afternoon, we talked again before she went off to “work”. “Did you think about what we talked about yesterday?” I asked her point blank.
“Daddy, you can’t be serious.”
“I am serious.”
“But, I’m your…”
“Please, Daddy. Don’t make me…”
I decided to up the ante. “Every other dick in town has been inside you, so one more shouldn’t make any difference.”
“Maybe I should just move out.”
Was that supposed to be a threat? I dug in my heels.
“Who’ll take care of Casey?”
“Vee, that plan is a nonstarter due to child care. Besides, I thought you couldn’t afford rent?” Gottcha!
Then here comes the tears. Lord, I hate a crying woman, but she had to face up to her responsibilities!
“I’ll give you until this weekend to come up with a plan that’s fair to us both,” I offered reasonably, then I gave her some time to tell her baby girl goodnight.
On Sunday afternoon, after recovering from a long night at the club, Virginia did come up with a plan, a rather surprising plan. “Daddy,” she told me as I was reading the Sunday paper, “I had an idea.”
“An idea about what, sweetheart?”
“What we talked about. I talked to some the girls and I’m not the only one who has had this problem.”
“Yes, really. Joanie. You know Joanie. She has the little boy that I take Casey to see for play time. I talked to her and she agreed that it could be worked out.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ummm, maybe I should wait until she gets here and then we can discuss it.” Without any further discussion or illumination, she went off to attend to little Casey who was in sore need of being attended to.
‘Hmmm, maybe she’s come up with a cash flow plan,’ I thought hopefully.
About two hours later, I heard the doorbell ring. I was napping in my easy chair and was glad that Virginia answered it. I closed my eyes and…
“This is my friend, Joanie. Joanie lives with her dad too and she has a little boy. Like you, he’s been pushing her to pay rent and… well... well, we decided that Joanie’s going to be coming over here once a week and… I’m going to her house once a week, and… well, to be honest with you, her daddy’s already fucked me a couple of times and well… Would you like it if Joanie came over to have sex with you? You know, for my rent? Anything goes, oral, anal…”
Sex? I looked over at Joanie, an exquisite eighteen year old slut if there ever was one, long brunette hair, great figure and a pretty face. She wasn’t as top heavy as Virginia was now, but that didn’t distract from the shapely package. She was smiling and stepped up to my easy chair, knelt down and went for my zipper. Without so much as opening her mouth to speak to me, she opened her mouth and…
“Now, I have to go pay Joanie’s rent,” Virginia said with a wicked grin as her friend sucked and slobbered all over my cock. “Casey’s taking a nap, Daddy, so she won’t be a problem while I’m gone. You two have fun.”
Boy did I have fun. Fuck the cash! I should have demanded rent earlier.
As I was sodomizing the girl over the arm rest of the sofa, I couldn’t help but think that this exquisite creature’s father was doing the very same things to my own daughter, using her like the whore she was. It was a most arousing and erotic experience and one that would be repeated on Sunday afternoons for the next few weeks. I liked the plan Virginia had come with; it was far, far better plan than the cold hard cash I was angling for.
One evening as I was cleaning up Casey’s dinnertime mess, I had an unexpected call from Jack, Joanie’s dad. Bottom line was that he wanted to get together that Sunday and have a cook out. The little ones could play together while Jack and I got to know each other. What wasn’t said, but seemed abundantly clear to me, was that we’d might be collecting our rent while the other watched. Remembering how hot it was to watch Vee working at the strip club, I couldn’t help but be very bothered by the prospect of seeing her fucked… not bothered as in a troubled sense, mind you, but bothered by the rock hard cock I sported the rest of the week.
The Sunday cookout was like most other Sunday cookouts, or at least at first. I was actually a little nervous about meeting the father of the girl I had been fucking on Sundays, but that nervousness dissipated almost immediately. I found Jack, Joanie’s dad, to be an affable host. With beers in hand, we fired up the charcoal grill while Vee and Joanie fussed over the two little ones who were also getting along famously. Even though I had just met the man, it was as if I’d known him for years, indeed it was like we both found a soul mate at a Fathers With Unwed Daughters group support meeting.
Like me, he too had been initially devastated by the initial news of his teen daughter’s pregnancy. Like me, he accepted that the fruit of his years of raising his daughter would be that she would grow up to be a trashy slut whore, rather than a brain surgeon or even a bloodsucking lawyer. No, our daughters would be wiggling their naked tits and bare asses up on stage, letting dirty old men slobber all over them and selling their cunts to men who were willing to pay for them. We agreed that for us, it was a poor return on the thousands both of us spent over the years for dancing lessons. Not that there is anything wrong with trashy slut whores mind you, but it just wasn’t what either of us had imagined when our precious daughters were little Casey’s or little Bobby’s age.
He too had had problems with his daughter living up to her responsibilities. It wasn’t said, but at least I was happy with the arrangement the girls had made to pay the rent and I assumed he felt likewise.
We guzzled a few more beers and both leered at our scantily clothed daughters, speculating on who they were showing off to. Certainly neither of us minded the incredibly short short-shorts that exposed most of their ass cheeks, or Joanie’s deep V shirt that plunged down to her navel showing a lot of inner cleavage or Vee’s cut off t-shirt that exposed the rounded under shelf of her huge tits with the dark points of her perpetually aroused nipples practically tearing a hole through the thin fabric. We both agreed that they were a sight to behold and incredibly sexy.
We also both agreed that there was a silver lining in all this, namely our grandchildren. Neither he nor I could imagine life without our darling little ones, they were so pure, so innocent, and were such absolute delights (well, usually they were).
Once the coals were ready, Jack called for another round of beer and the steaks. Joanie delivered the thick porterhouse steaks on a platter while Vee delivered us beer. Taking his beer from Vee, he pulled her into him, pressing her back against his chest. His arm went up across her tits and in doing so, he pulled the short thin t-shirt up a few inches and exposed her hooters. Taking my cue from Jack, I took advantage of the fact that Joanie had her hands full with the steaks, reached round and pulled the sides of her top away to expose her tits. The girls protested loudly, but insincerely. Jack and I had our laugh and got to business of grilling the steaks.
The girls fed the kids, and with the steaks ready and everything else on hold, they corralled the toddlers in a playpen so that we could eat in peace. By the time we had stuffed ourselves, the little ones were curled up together and fast asleep. Jack and I treated ourselves to another brew and then lounged in his family room while the girls straightened up. With the kitchen spotless, Vee and Joanie came out to join us.
Jack put on a CD with bump and grind music announcing, “Alright girls, time for some skin!” To the driving beat, he did his own bump and grind while we all had a good laugh. “Company usually goes first, but today, Joanie and I will be first,” he announced while unbuttoning his shirt. “C'mon, honey. Let’s give’em a show!”
I think both girls were a little surprised at what he suggested, but being good sports and well lubricated on beer, they both got into it with Joanie dancing with her father. The next song it was our turn, and Vee and I got after it. I must admit, I’m not much of a dancer, but I was sufficiently amusing for everyone else.
One the third dance, Jack danced with Vee, discarding not only his shirt, but relieving her of her cut off t-shirt and leaving her bare from the waist up. He was a pretty good dancer, rubbing chest to chest with my stacked daughter and providing me with wickedly great entertainment.
Then while Jack and Vee watched, it was Joanie and my turn. Like Jack, I relieved his daughter of her skimpy top and discarded my own shirt. I tried to duplicate his smooth actions, but failed miserably; still I managed to go breast to breast with his giggling daughter.
Another song and Jack switched partners, dancing with Joanie. He unsnapped his cargo shorts and let them fall to the floor, all the while gyrating like a professional male stripper. Joanie followed her father’s lead and shucked out of her shorts, but they were so tight that they needed a little help from me to make it to the floor and out off the way. Of course, Vee and I followed suit, dancing for Jack and Joanie and by the time the song had ended, we were all four down to our skivvies. Of course, both Joanie and Vee looked a lot better in their thongs than Jack and I did in our briefs and boxers.
We switched partners again, but this time we all danced. Jack was taking liberties with Vee’s surgically enhanced cannons and I in turn felt his daughter up with Jack and I positioning ourselves so that the other could watch. Humping into each other groin-to-groin, Jack managed to get a mouthful of tit; I wasn’t nearly so dexterous and had to forgo the dry fucking for some tit, not that I minded.
Having slobbered all over Joanie’s succulent breasts I looked around and saw that Jack had discarded his briefs and was working on relieving Virginia of her thong. Quickly I unsnapped my boxers and let them float to the floor while Joanie wiggled out her thong.
The dancing only lasted a few minutes more. Then Jack pulled Vee with him to the sofa. He sat and directed her to straddle him. Feeding him a meaty nipple, she reached down and aimed his cock. To see his cock sliding into my daughter’s cunt took my breath away. I stopped and gawked at them fucking, but not for long. I mounted his daughter on the carpeted floor in Jack’s field of vision, taking her from the side and from behind, making sure he could see my cock pumping slowly into her pussy.
It didn’t take me long before I knew I was going to ejaculate. Mentally I wasn’t anywhere near ready to cum, wishing that this could go on for the rest of the afternoon. Alias, men are men and not porn stars; I pulled out to regain control.
Jack too was ready for a change, but the nature of that change surprised me. He pushed Vee off to the side and quick as a cat, he was at her back holding her wrists behind her. He reached into the crack of the sofa and pulled out a neck tie and secured her wrists. Then rather roughly, he pulled her up, brought her to me and forced her on her knees. “Alright, you selfish bitch. Show your dad that you appreciate him and everything he has done for you.” She let out a little whimper as he forced her head into my crotch. “Now suck him!”
I moaned in salacious pleasure as my daughter’s warm moist mouth surrounded my cock. Her tongue danced over the underside of my cock as she began moving her mouth up and down… this wasn’t to be a lackluster blowjob like that first lap dance, this was going to be… To my consternation Jack pulled her off of me and forced her head to the floor.
With her shapely ass in the air, Jack placed his bare foot on her head and said, “Okay, Dad, fuck her. Don’t take any more shit from her, she’s your whore. Lord knows, you’ve paid for her many times over, so take her like the whore she is.”
It must have been the beer or something, or perhaps I was caught up in the heat of the moment, because next thing I knew, my dick was slicing bareback into Vee’s slutty cunt. I rode her high while Jack held her down with his foot. I suppose that the nastiness of what we were doing had her very excited too as once my dick was deep in her steaming cunt, her pussy muscles began sharply contracting around my dick and her whole body was wracked with tremors. What with all the excitement and all, I really didn’t last long now and all too soon I blasted my load of cum up my daughter’s twat.
Once I rocked back and extracted my tool from her box, Jack was on her again. He ran his cock up her dripping birthing canal a couple of times to grease it up and then rammed it up her asshole. Sprong! I was hard again in an instant. I hadn’t recovered like that in nearly twenty years!
That afternoon was more than I ever dreamed of. Jack and I fucked and ravished the girls until late into the night. We only stopped because of total exhaustion. I took Vee home, took the following day off and fucked her until she had to go to work that evening.
Jack and I quickly became best friends and Sunday afternoons were often spent sharing our daughters and sometimes their friends. Let me be clear, there is nothing like treating a midlife crisis with a steady diet of willing young nubile females. Best of all, Virginia learned to meet her responsibilities, and once she learned that lesson, she eagerly paid her rent with her own cunt rather than a friend’s.
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