บททั้งหมดของ Daddy's Crush: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

"You're right, I know", she answered. "I suppose that's possible". I'd got her; she wasn't going to argue against it. Dad was a bit harder to break down, but Mum told him to take it easy and that they'd discuss it later. I left them to stew over it and went upstairs to phone Gina."How did it go"?"About as well as can be expected I suppose"."They weren't too keen then"."They'll come round to it"."Are you coming back over"?"If you're wearing something black and skimpy I am"."I'll see you soon then"."I'll phone you when I leave here". With that, I went back downstairs. They must have discussed it because Dad said it was my life and I should do what I wanted. I went into the kitchen to where Mum was."How, how did you know about Janice and me"? She asked."I caught you at it one day when I finished work early"."She's a good lover. I was sorry when she broke it off". I didn't tell her why she'd done it as I knew she would have gone mad if I had. I went back upstairs to shower and

Gina's daughter Sandra had been living back at home for just over a month and was keeping out of our way as much as possible; not that we made it easy for her. Gina would always wear just a pair of stockings and shoes beneath a see-through gown, even when i wasn't present and when I was there I was naked. Sandra just had to live with it; we even fucked when she was present and to rubbed her nose in it, Gina even made her watch us once as I drilled her arse. We were so enjoying her humiliation when one weekend Sandra flipped and the shit hit the fan.I was sat on the sofa watching some forgettable programme on British daytime TV; this time wearing a pair of stretch jersey boxers while Sandra was busying herself in the kitchen. Let me explain about Sandra; she's thirty-one, single, with a decent body and legs and she knows it, which means she always dresses to show herself off, with skirts and dresses that are all short and tight fitting, but recently I've noticed they've become even

"Oh God Phil, that was sooooo good", said Gina between breaths. "I love you fucking me; I don't care which of my holes your cock goes in, I just want it in me and I love it when you talk dirty to me and call me a slut and a whore; it turns me on. I have never had sex like this before, never, not even with Sandra's father. I love you, Phil. I know you don't love me, but I don't care as long as you keep fucking me"."I enjoy fucking you Gina and I intend to keep doing so, for as long as you want me to", I replied. I leaned over her and kissed her cheek; she turned her head and we kissed mouth to mouth. "Don't worry Gina, I'm not about to leave you. Yes, I am going to fuck your daughter, but there is no way I am walking away from you"."And what if I don't want you fucking me"? Sandra asked, indignantly."But you do Sandra; both your mother and me know it and you know it", I answered. "Why else would you finger fuck yourself as you licked your mother's cunt juice from my arm while watch

I was frozen solid by the gesture. "George, I have to say you've raised some wonderful daughters.""Get away from them, Ty. You can exploit my misfortune for some real estate but this doesn't mean you can womanize my daughters." Father's tone was quite a bit more angry suddenly.Ty did so, stepping back. "I'm not the womanizing type. I just saw something I liked and wanted to let her know. I'm very selective in who I pursue.""My daughters aren't for you, Ty.""Don't be hostile, George. I'm going to depart, I can take it on good faith that the other rooms aren't missing ceilings or walls or stained with horrible and gaudy art." He walked back to the door, ready to leave as swiftly as he arrived. "Take your time in preparing your departure, I take no joy in destroying a family's home." My father was silent."As for you, Karen," he turned slightly and shot me a glare. Could I have been even more frozen in shock and anticipation than I was?"Everything will be fine. Calm down, little gir

Little girl? I raised an eyebrow. Wasn't he going to ask me what I wanted?"And what may I get for you for your meal this evening?""A filet mignon. medium rare, asparagus with your finest sauce. That would be just right for her."The waiter nodded. "Yourself, sir?""Prime Colorado Lamb Duo Porterhouse, of course. Medium Rare as well.""Sir," he said, scribbling it down and departing."Don't I--" I started to speak.He placed a finger up on my lips. "Karen, you will enjoy the selections I have made for you. You seem offended that I did you the honors.""I didn't even get to see a menu.""You don't need to worry yourself with such adult manners.""I'm eighteen years old. I can handle ordering off a menu. And a Shirley Temple?""Alcohol will spoil your youth. Never mind that you're not even legally allowed to imbibe.""I wasn't a peasant before this. Places like this one here? They wouldn't card me if I asked for a vodka shot and told them to leave the bottle."He laughed. "Still throwi