Why don't you put on your bikini, walk down to the beach, have a couple of drinks, put it on the room, and Daddy will come and meet you when his meeti...ngs are over. -Daddy"You looked out the hotel window overlooking the ocean. You decided to take Daddy's advice. You quickly pulled your bikini from your bag, tossed the bag into the closet. Daddy's clothes were hanging in there already. You couldn't help but run your hands along one of his jackets. You quickly put on your bikini and looked. The invite had been from Michelle. Michelle was the queen bee of the social scene for the rich middle class in the capital. Her husband had a finger in every pie and could make or break people financially. She was not a person to say no to. Rosemary was married to a fellow doctor and she was serious in her commitment to helping others. She had come out to Africa to work in a small hospital and had little time for the other three. They could only talk about their swimming pools or their. Then she fucked him... he must have reverted her back, and placed her in bed. But why? Why not leave her Moana the brainless Spanish Bimbo dancer.Veronica walked into her closet. The belly dancer outfit was there with a phone number in the ginormous bra. “Put this on, and call me if you liked last night. The note said. She didn’t even think, she was disappointed when she woke up thinking this was a dream. Truth serum or not. Her old life was tame and boring compared to being Moana. Veronica’s. There was a lot of talk of adoption, but that was less urgent with everyone in firm agreement to raise the brats as a group. After all, this baby was still my nephew or niece, anyway, since Tracy was my sister as well as my wife.“Oh, God’s teeth, it’s incredible when you fuck me like that!” Tracy screamed as I drove deeper into her slippery snatch from behind.True, my wife had put on some extra padding of late, but it actually flattered her considerably as her belly showed the first signs of a.