She said, “Wipe him, Jan, while I go get the ketchup.”
I exclaimed, “KETCHUP?”
My daughter raked a wad of toilet paper over my bum, not-to-gently. I think fishnet stockings and high heels would look good on him, don’t you? Tonight, you’ll do anything she and I tell you, no matter how embarrassing. So that I don’t leave you?”
“I… I… okay.”
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After a pill and ten minutes digging through Jan’s closet with an involuntary hard-on, I led her downstairs. I was even more embarrassed when my wife told me, “Then we’ll need to visit a lingerie shop, too. Uh. .”
Jan kissed my lips, then suggested, “If you do, and you don’t cum or leak any ketchup, I’ll forgive you when the movie’s done.”
Emily added, “I’ll let her peg you, too. I don’t like kissing girls with whiskers. She’s leaving for college soon, but when she’s home, I’ll let you two do whatever you want. Come down here!”
I complained, “But she’ll see me!”
My wife grinned evilly. “All my panties are too small, and I only had one bra big enough.” She lifted the white t-shirt I wore, revealing a black bra stuffed with rolled-up socks.
