I get cleaned off and Ashlee finishes her hair and leaves the bathroom. When I get back to the bedroom, Ashlee is already dressed in a sports bra, her... yoga pants and sneakers. "You look good enough to eat." I know." She teases. "But you will have to wait until after the party to have a tastes of this." she says while motioning to her own body."Party pooper."She kisses me on the cheek, grabs an oversized t-shirt and leaves me to get dressed."Talk more later." "Bye dad." They both leave to meet. “I heard what he said. What a dick.” I giggled involuntarily, wiping away the tear that had formed at the corner of my eye. “I’m okay, honestly.” “Listen, I’ve got the film back at mine. If you want, we could pair up and watch it together?” “But weren’t you meant to be working with Alan?” “Oh, he’s a bigger dick than Dickens. I’d rather have another girl beside me on my sofa than a guy that tries to get his hand in my pants every ten seconds.” I blushed when she said that. “Have I embarrassed. Picking the papers up, he struggled to insert them into the envelope without creasing them. Once they were inside he slid them across the floor – where they came to a halt next to a dark boot. A hand swooped down and picked them up before he heard Irina scream once more. The torchlight swept across the bed – where he saw his daughter huddled at the foot of it, sobbing. Wrapping her up in his arms, Viktor watched the shadowy figure begin to exit out of the first floor window. ‘I…I know…who you. The two women peaked several times before Margaret, in the midst of orgasm, called out, “Clamp him, Jenny, clamp him. Make him blow.” The two women tightened their pussy muscles and gripped the men in position. The sudden pressure was more than they could bear, and Bert and Augie both came to a shuddering climax.Slowly escaping from her still clinging twat, Augie staggered backwards on now rubbery legs and collapsed full-length on the nearest bed. Margaret hopped up off Bert’s lap, his now limp.