Next to her, Daisy—Cupid—leaned confidently back into Dad’s lap, her laughter cutting through the air like she owned the place. I remembered that a few years ago, she and my father took a trip to the Florida Keys to attend something called Fantasy Fest by themselves. “Sorry, sir, I’m trying not to overwhelm my son, but yes, Nick—I can be sent to the corner.”
I stifled a laugh. “Careful, Eddie. Virgin to the Annual Twat Parties—and she’s fitting in like she’s been here all along. Boring, if I’m being honest. She didn’t like being singled out—she just wanted to blend in with the other girls in the background. A few were kneeling, and I couldn’t help but wonder what was worse—kneeling with your butt lifted off the ground, or sitting flat and having your pussy touching the floor? Some had blankets, but most, including my neighbor, were sitting right on their pussy lips flat on the hard wood floor. I saw Vixen’s brow furrow as she clenched it in her teeth to let it cool down.
