“You want to live together?”
“You don’t?” she asked. “He can’t get it up any more either, but he still makes me feel like a woman.” She tried to strike a pose. She had made it quite clear she was upset with Cindy, and wasn’t about to do the same thing. Girls could sense that kind of thing. here … “Why don’t you two get breakfast ready while I drag her out of bed.”
“Sure,” said Dave, walking to the counter. Thinking of them just necking and … “I know,” moaned Denise. “But, like you said, it might be a lot of fun to sleep with him … We’ve been gone so long!”
Both girls acted like Denise’s complete turn around was completely normal, and Cindy hugged her friend goodbye. “No, I just figured you’d know I feel the same way about her as you do about Denise. She looked at her father, lying there, his face slack, in sleep. “I just thought of something!”
“Probably my Daddy’s penis!” snorted Cindy.
