“That’s nice, Jack,” she sighed. “I don’t need any more than this.” She dozed off like that, which was sweet. I let my hands wander all over her sleeping body, caressing her tight little butt, even reaching down and fingering her bunghole. The play was doing wonders for me, and I got hard enough to fuck into her nice and deep, and she moaned in her sleep, not waking as I pumped my PC and swelled inside of her. Looking over, I saw my two lovers were already in dreamland, so I was slow and gentle, not wanting to move the bed too much. It felt so good, so decadent, fucking Robin’s near unconscious body. I surprised myself, getting worked up enough to come inside of her, hearing her whimper in her dreams, while my seed coated her insides. Within moments I was joining her in dream land.
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Just how close are Amie and her father? How close will they become?
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We didn’t have any guests staying over Tuesday or Wednesday. I didn’t see Ron either day, although I heard from Robin and Debbie that he’d made an appearance to give his crew some direction. Beth also let it slip that Amie and Eric had a date Wednesday, and things were progressing along that front nicely.
Jim spent the night Tuesday, and the sisterhood seemed to get along great, heading to bed early, and peacefully.
For once it seemed like everything was coming together. The construction was moving forward at a remarkable rate; my project was finished and in the 10 days of final testing before initial deployment in Spain, and everyone in the house was getting along great. It was nice going to bed with just Debbie and Beth, able to direct all my attention to the two loves of my life. I had two happy girls by my side, which in turn made me a very, very happy man.
By Thursday, the contractors were just putting in the finishing touches. The Day-care center was all but complete, and looked terrific. Built in cabinets throughout, some at lower levels for the kids, others up high for the adults, gave the place a real finished look. A professional paint job, with fun educational images – ABCs, music staffs, clock faces, and bold bright colors was an unexpected bonus. The office was completely tricked out, and the back yard play area was partially covered and enclosed by a safety fence. They’d even put in additional water fountains outside. From the looks of everything, with a few furniture additions and stocking up on books, learning materials and play things we’d soon be ready to open the doors.
The team had also completed all the interior work on the house addition, and it looked even better than I’d hoped for. The distressed hardwood floors were gorgeous, and the lamps and fans overhead were beautiful. The final touch to be completed that day was the porch which was nearly finished when I got home.
I’d been a little late getting out of the office, and we had a full house by the time I got there. I saw Jim’s car out front, and suspected Karen was with him as well. Amie and Beth were home from their workday, and Ron was reviewing the day’s progress. I ran into him outside inspecting the porch.
“They’ll finish and stain it tomorrow. Looks like my work here is nearly done.”
“I can’t thank you enough, Ron. The guys did a great job. We’re easily weeks ahead of schedule.”
“Glad to be of help. Looks like the girls have their own work ahead of them, though, outfitting the business.”
“The fat bank account should help with that, after your cash infusion,” I reminded him. “Plus, Debbie is frugal as hell. If she can get any of the stuff at a discount, I guarantee she will.”
“That’s good. With minimal additional expenses, they should be able to weather the first few months of starting up the business. Shall we look over the back building?”
Headed for the rear of the property, Ron once more endowed me with a better cigar than I would ever have bought on my own. Like most guys, I’d smoke a couple of cigars a year, maybe. Since Ron had started making his appearances, I’d lit up more cigars than in the previous year. Not to mention that the ones he’d given me probably cost more than all the ones I’d ever smoked up until then. I doubted he ever smoked anything that cost less than $10 a stick.
The Day-care trio was in the back, discussing what they’d need to finish up the place. I met my lovely roommates with a kiss for each of them, while Ron got hugs from Beth and his daughter. Then Amie came over and gave me a big hug and kiss. “I’m so excited. I can’t believe how great everything looks!”
I laughed. “The credit’s not mine. Your father pulled off this miracle.” I still accepted the kiss, gratefully.
Even Debbie got into the action, going over and giving Ron a big hug, which he obviously enjoyed and returned heartily, thanking him for what he’d done.
The quality of the work passed his inspection, even though we were ordered to leave our stogies outdoors while looking over the inside.
“Can you stay for dinner?” Debbie asked.
“Is it better than a Hungry-Man Salisbury steak?” Ron replied.
“I’ll let you be the judge of that. It’s just burgers and fries.”
“Just burgers and fries!” I interrupted. “That’s like saying ‘just the Mona Lisa’, or ‘just the Sistine Chapel’. ‘Just the Venus de Milo!’ Deb-burgers and home-made fries are a treat for the gods. You can always save the Salisbury for another day. This is one meal you really need to try.”
Debbie rolled her eyes at my exuberance. “One burger or two?”
“One for me. I don’t think I’ve ever managed to finish two yet.” I answered.
“Same for me, I think. Too much of this fancy cookin’ and I’ll lose my svelte figure.” Ron joked. It got a laugh out of us. Ron was built sturdy. He had that thick ex-football player look. He wasn’t heavy, but he looked pretty massive. We were about the same height, but I’d guess he had me by a good 30+ lbs. He had Popeye forearms, and I suspected he’d spent more time with a hammer in his hands than a fountain pen. Not the kind of guy you’d want to be on the wrong side of, like, for instance, getting caught casually nailing his daughter.
In the house, Robin, Karen and Jim were all chatting away, talking about the new progress. With eight adults present, I was really looking forward to getting a reasonably sized dinner table into our new dining room soon. We had the space for it; we just needed to get it done. For once, the finances weren’t too bad either. The final effort provided by Ron’s team saved me from having to handle all of it, and the cash investment got me off the hook for initial expenses. The improvement loan on the house now sat in my checking account crying out, “Spend me.”
The burger dinner was a hit, although we ended up eating standing up, mostly. The fries kept Debbie busy, running through at least five batches. I was starting to think we needed to upgrade some of our kitchen appliances to feed the army that passed through our house. Deb’s burgers always had some special ‘trick’ to them. Tonight’s bacon cheeseburgers had crumbled bacon mixed into the beef, and the whole burger was stuffed with aged cheddar cheese. I tasted Worcestershire sauce, and thyme, but I couldn’t ID everything. It didn’t matter; the inch thick massive patty was delicious, the melted cheese center scalding hot. None of the girls were able to finish theirs, although I had to hand it to Beth, she came close. That was good; I’d have leftovers if I beat them to the refrigerator. Maybe a midnight snack. Mmmm.
The beers with dinner went down easy, and I was already feeling the beginning of a buzz by the time I excused myself from all present, to dress down for the evening. I was still wearing the office monkey suit, dressed up for a customer meeting, and was glad to get comfortable.
While I was changing, Karen walked in on me, and took a seat on the bed. “Hey handsome, long time no see.”
“Yeah, like about 60 seconds,” I laughed, picking out shorts and a t-shirt from my drawer.
“I mean, before tonight.”
“Ok, what, 2 hours?” I reminded her. We did work in the same building, after all.
“You know what I mean,” she answered, rolling her eyes.
I did know what she meant. Tuesday was the only evening she’d spent at the house that week. And I hadn’t seen ‘more’ of her in about a week. “You’re right.” I walked over to her, reached down and opened the buttons on her shirt. After which I unsnapped the front of her bra, exposing her best feature(s). She just grinned at me tolerantly, until I scooped those puppies up in my hands, and had a small taste of each. Then she gave me a little sigh, before poking me and pushing me away. “Behave yourself. You have guests out there.”
“Look who’s talking, sitting there with your tits hanging out, and all.”