I doubted my hearing and sanity so I asked, “Wh ... what did you just say?”“I want to know who made love to you and who is the father of your ch...ild.” Dad said.Is that really what he had said? I wasn’t so sure. Maybe he had said what I thought and he immediately regretted it and with this chance he changed his mind. Or maybe not.I looked into his eyes and saw him pleading silently for the truth.Knowing I couldn’t give it to him I looked down to my lap and said, “I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.”Then. Millie moaned and she felt her pussy getting wetter by the moment. She ground up against him, her slim figure making him mad. Her dirty blonde hair cascaded on her D-cup breasts and her emerald green eyes stared at Michael with want. “Let’s take this to a room.” She purred in his ear. His cock twitched and she smiled devilishly. Michael led Millie up the stairs to a big bedroom with a Jacuzzi in the private bathroom, a mini fridge stocked with all sorts of alcohol, a view of the ocean outside. Shewas shocked when she started. A week must have passed before she sawanyone actually buying something. Most of their time was spentrearranging displays of items no one ever wanted, chatting with eachother and the occasional walk-in, who was more often than not also one ofthe sellers who supplied the store with their goods on consignment.Grace hadn't ever put her reasons for operating the Blue Cat into so manywords. But as Marcia came to understand, this seemingly profitlessputtering and. Soon his salvia was all over them and Gini drove her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her chest. Simultaneously she reached behind her and also fondled Billy’s head. He now kneeled close behind her, pushing his dick and balls against her ass, stroking gently over Gini’s hips and belly and then pulling down the olive green leggings a few inches. Gini became wetter and wetter, closed her eyes and just gave herself to her two lovers. They pulled off her brown ankle boots, stripped.