“Where are we going, Dad?”“Linda waits for us at our Pluribus Penthouse.”She let go of the controls and said to the flyers Computronic. “Tak...e us to the Penthouse.”Only now she removed her wig and mask and leaned over to nuzzle against the cheek of the super tycoon. The richest man in the known Universe put his hand around her shoulders and said. “Is everything alright? You know you can come home anytime you feel the fleet is not for you.”“Yes I know Dad. I made the most wonderful friends. There. They really got grabby during the summer when i was 10. I was just getting tits and they would cop a feel when ever my dad was not around. Mike my dad black friend even got me a bikini to wear for them. My dad complained a little that I was too young and it showed off too much skin, but gave in after i pouted and acted like a spoiled brat for a couple days. My dad was so easy to let me have my way trying to keep me happy and not have me want to live with my mom. A few times ike would. The foursome sat around the table, drinking beer and talking, making every effort to make Bridget feel comfortable.Bridget nursed her beer, knowing full well she could not handle her booze. She watched in amazement as the three boys finished their beers in less than 3 gulps. Bridget felt some pressure to keep up, but could not match that pace.As late afternoon progressed to early evening, Bridget had consumed 3 beers while making small talk with her three friends, feeling Duane and Jeff's eyes. Once more he waited for her to calm, then started again. Marcy was bathed in sweat, her breasts squeaking like wet neoprene against Wynn’s chest. Wynn was ready. It was his turn now. He abandoned the G-spot exercise and took long slow strokes. Marcy rolled her hips to assist. Wynn pushed as deep as he could, pressing her clitoris as she had done for herself before. The strokes got sorter and quicker. Wynn’s breathing got shorter and quicker. Finally, he took one deep breath, bellowed out and.