Or maybe we would be living with him. Kate loved thinking of him as a masculine, dominant head of the house. It was a role I had never satisfactorily ...filled for her.We had an official story we would tell acquaintances, that he was renting from us while he adjusted to living in the area, and the kids had already repeated it to their friends.I turned on the range to start making grilled cheese for the impatient six and four year olds.“Is the bedroom all ready for him?” Kay asked, looking at. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue, despite your mixed South Asian heritage, and Stacy always complained how such smooth, dark skin was wasted on a guy.Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug. He opened it to see his son standing there in his trunks with a towel d****d over his shoulder."Seen the pool huh?" Don smiled."Yeah, I'm gonna go check it out. What are you two gonna do?" Ryan asked."Well I don't know about your mother but I'm going to go downstairs and see if I can lose some money." Don laughed."Well, alright then, I'll be back later." Ryan said.Downstairs Ryan jumped into the pool and started to unwind and enjoy his vacation. There were plenty of good looking chicks to look. Five more hits before he stopped. By then, Ashley's mascara ran down her face and I felt myself beginning to cry as well. Next up was the bullwhip and the Vibro-clamp, as Mike had named his diabolical little invention. It was a regular nipple clamp, but with a vibrating egg mounted on it. He would put it on my clit while whipping me and it seemed that Ash was in for the same ordeal. A muffled shriek when he clamped it to her, followed by a surprised moan as he turned it on. I knew what would.