"Sure," she said.It was almost too easy for she downed the beer I poured for her and then she headed for the shower. She returned bubbling with energy..., dressed in just a thin dressing gown. The Zed I gave her was working well and I knew whatever I did now she would never remember tomorrow morning."Shit, sis," I said. "You look fucking sexy." Shame on you, brother," she giggled.I caught up with her and pulled her dressing gown cord free. She was beautiful, naked underneath. She danced out of my. ?Payment varies, according to the buyer,? she answered that without the slightest hesitation, or acknowledgement of his too obvious concerns. ?From you, I ask only five dollars because you are already paying for many other things that weigh your spirit down.?He passed her a twenty, ?All right. You can keep the change.??Oh, no, sir,? she demurred, carefully taking three five-dollar bills out of her own purse, and handing them back to him. ?I never accept gratuities. Spreading my lovely. I opened my eyes, and looked down at her tousled hair. Gently I kissed the top of her head, and she purred, writhing slowly under my hands."What're you thinking about?" I asked."You're not suppose to ask that." She said dreamily."What?" Didn't anybody ever tell you? You're not supposed to ask that after you just got through fucking. It's a rule. Like not saying 'thanks' after sex, unless it's with a prostitute." What?!" I'd never heard either of those rules, and know I've broken them both more. .. my daughter Abby,” he carried on the sensual ruse. “We decided to come here on the sperm of the moment,” he joked. “Unfortunately she left her driver’s licence as ID at home.”Heather eyed the sensual beauty with long brunette hair wearing a very revealing top and skirt. “If you say your daughter is eighteen then I believe you.”“Just like any teen girl, she wants to grow up and be an adult so fast,” he joked.“Welcome to the Hen House Abby, and enjoy your time with your Dad,” Heather smiled,.