.Daddy?”Each time it cycled around, Reagan thought more and deeper about the fantasy. He surprised himself by absent-mindedly going through a whole ...bottle of lube masturbating. Like a small child's prayer at bedtime, every night in the darkness, Reagan would whisper out loud, “May I suck on you, Daddy?” before jacking off. It was a kind of sex life, he supposed. Though one-sided.Then Mr. Jackson moved into the apartment right across from Reagan's. The second floor bedrooms facing each other. She flexed and bent in ways the normal human body could not fathom. Leaning herself backward until her finger tips brushed the floor. Lifting her leg until her knee pressed into her chest, keeping herself perfectly straight. Her balance alone was far beyond belief. Everyone held their breath. Even the servers stopped, trays poised on their shoulders, and stared toward the stage. The first chorus came, followed by the second verse. Another version of the chorus. The tempo increased, very. You see with my out ofcontrol libido, I had tried to hit on all three of them at one time or another.They had not said anything to Amanda to spare her feelings, but each held theirown grudge. Anyway, just before we left for the dinner Crystal and Amanda took me to thebathroom and forced two large portions of their shit into my stomach.Consequently, an hour later I was sat at the dinner table unable to eat a thing,as my sister in law and nieces watched me.Jane, like Amanda had red hair, and her. “And being my slut?”“If I want to be,” Kate replied.“You think you can help it? Being my slut?” Jack challenged. He had a point. Kate couldn’t help it, and that was part of what made her so hot for him. She’d be his bitch in heat if he demanded it.“Maybe not,” Kate admitted.“Maybe he should come in and watch, then,” Jack countered.Kate’s breath caught. Her clit tingled again, and her nipples grew further taut.“If that would please you,” Kate answered, almost shyly.Jack paused for moment,.