With a girl who’s EIGHTEEN! “Breakfast is up.”
Dad had quit smoking when I was a little boy, but lit a cigar as the door opened. I got them off twice each, and Zegzy squirted in my face. The bag of breakfast dropped from my grasp as I exclaimed, “GAH!”
He introduced me to the nearly nude hotties, “Zegzy, Titianna, this is my son Peter. I’d have three months of summer freedom, before I returned in September. She wanted to give them an advantage if they took up the same trade. “After divorcing Mom, you gave up on women for ten years. I’m marrying her next week. Dad replied, “Here’s the remote. With a girl who’s EIGHTEEN! BLOWJOB! You’ll give Titianna a chance, right?” He pointed his cigar at the topless chesty blonde. I grumbled to myself, “Two of them!
