That got me a serious look. “Good question. I like that. No surprises. I’ll be a silent investor. It’s my girl’s job to make it pay. I do have an ulterior motive.” He waited to see if I’d bite.
“I hope so. She’s all you’ve got. I’d expect no less.”
“Damned straight. I’m hoping I can convince her to keep educating herself, at least in this business. And it so happens I only live a few miles from here. She’ll be nearby where I can keep an eye on her.”
What can I say? I liked the guy. And I had a certain fondness for his daughter. “Let me run it by the girls, and if they’re Ok with it, I think we have a deal.”
He extended his hand and I shook it. His hand was strong and calloused. “I got work to do. Thanks for the straight talk. I hate a bullshitter. And thanks for what you’re doing for Amie. She’s absurdly happy right now, and we’re talking again. I can’t tell you how that makes me feel.” And with that he was off getting his hands dirty.
Work started winding down, not long after that. By the time the last of my buddy’s had departed, probably going home to work off their frustrations after being around a house full of gorgeous, scantily clad women, I was tired and looking forward to a little relaxation.
Karen and Jim were staying over, and Robin seemed inclined to play along with them, although she flirted with every male present, including Ron, who seemed to enjoy the attention.
Ron stayed for dinner, charming gracious and funny, and Debbie and the sister’s seemed to warm to him. Talk revolved around their Day-Care effort, but strayed in a dozen different directions, easily. Before he left for the evening, with the effervescent Amie in tow, I was able to giving him the good news. Both Debbie and Beth were ecstatic by the turn of events. Well, Beth was ecstatic, and Debbie seemed pleased.
After a few dozen beers all around, the last of our guests departed, and we had a quiet house, or about as quiet as it ever got in our zoo. Karen, Jim and Robin retired early, probably feeling just as tired as they looked. I was in a great mood, as were my girls, which translated into a wonderful time in our bedroom.
It was kind of interesting. Our bedroom escapades were anything but consistent. It wasn’t always a matter of the girls working together to pleasure me. Quite often we’d concentrate on one girl or the other, applying all of our attentions to the lucky recipient. The girls had been willing enough to play together under my direction when we first started sleeping together. In the last few weeks, they were more and more open to take the lead with each other, which worked me up to no end.
Beth was determined to make it a special night for Debbie. I was figuring it had something to do with the Amie situation and her ready acceptance of Ron. I was happy enough to play along. God knows there’s nothing I like better than having Debbie take my cock in one of her three ready openings, and this night I made sure I didn’t miss any of them. Naughty Beth was getting in the habit of bringing toys into our bed, and whatever hole I was in, Beth would often tease another, usually Debbie’s sweet pussy, if I wasn’t buried there. A few times even when I was.
We ended with Debbie laying back on me, my cock balls deep in her tight little ass. Beth was glued to her pussy, getting her off over and over again, with my staff stretching her butt hole deliciously. When I popped out, Beth would patiently guide me back in, before getting back to work. As wonderful as it was, it was hard to come that way, and I had to roll the platinum haired beauty onto her hands and knees to finish. Beth wasn’t content to let me have my way, and worked her way under us, toy in hand, and abused Deb’s poor pussy, while I pounded her butt. It was a glorious way to end a perfect evening, even if I never got to penetrate young Beth anywhere.
Just one more heavenly night in the house that lust built.
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So much for “silent investor”.
I got a call from Debbie to come straight home after work. Amie’s father was over with a bunch of guys out back.
Things were hectic at the office, with a couple of snafu’s on my project, as we tried to work out a few bugs, but I did manage to get out around 5:00. Arriving home I saw a lot of activity at the garage. I checked in with Debbie who was looking confused and a bit worried. I remembered Ron’s comment about “footing the finish” and told Debbie I was sure that’s what was going on.
Ron was looking over some plans with Robin and what must have been his foreman. He called me straight over and asked me if I was Ok with building a full length covered enclosure out back, so the kids could go outside even when it was raining or the sun was scorching. Looking over the place I counted nearly a dozen men at work.
“No moss growing under you,” I commented.
“Not in this lifetime. The Harrison project was stalled, need to get a re-inspection, so I’d be paying the men to sit on their thumbs anyway. A couple of days here and we can knock this out. With your approval of course.”
My approval? Hell, it looked nearly complete already. “That sounds great. Save me a bundle in beer and pizza getting my buddies to do half of this.”
Ron waved the foreman off, and Robin followed him, still discussing cabinets and the office area. I got a good view of her shirt, and was happy that she’d toned it down a bit: “Stick Around. I’ll Do Something Naughty.” Ron broke out another big cigar. The man loved his vices. I read the label. “Havana?”
“I’ve got a friend. And what good is success if you can’t indulge your vices.” He took me on a quick tour of the work. “God, I love this. Building, rebuilding, making something from nothing. I hope you love what you do half as much as I do.”
The man looked in his element, and I was happy for him, if not a little put off by his taking over the work.
“You want I should have them look into your addition? I wouldn’t want to intrude, but as long they’re here, we can finish that up in a heart beat.”