When I came downstairs dad was pacing the kitchen nervously. I watched as he lit a cigarette and then immediately put it out. He'd been getting more a...d more tense lately, which of course made Joey's and my lives miserable. Sensing that I needed to get out of the way, I tip-toed back upstairs, skipping breakfast. A few minutes later, the sound of something hard thwacking across Joey's back told me that I was right.Sighing, I booted up my computer and went to work. Dad had Joey and I do all of. I allowed him to spend a few minutes just standing there admiring me and then I reached for the belt of his trousers. “Come on let’s fuck.” I told him. It was much more satisfying than the first time. We took our time, kissing and fondling before getting into a sixty-nine position. I love this position; orally stimulating each other before getting down to actually fucking. He was quite big and thick too; although uncircumcised. It didn’t matter. When it came to get down to sex he went to get. I had a hunch that sprouting a boner every time one of the women of the colony bent over wasn't going to cut the mustard.I reached into my pocket, pulled out my Bic lighter, and lit my cigarette while Sheila worked to get her twig lit. I then tapped her on the leg and offered her my torch.Sheila relaxed against her pillow for the next few minutes and puffed away at her first cigarette in years. "Damn! I had forgotten how much I enjoyed a good smoke." She laughed and blew a perfect smoke ring. Her breasts were a nice 36DD, and a gift from my dad. Her face was very hot, specially when she was flashing a smile.My dad Conor was a 45-year-old Irish immigrant with darkish brown hair. He was lucky enough to get accepted on a university on California early in live. He moved to California to study and then immediately got lucky again, scoring a great job on a national law firm. My mom was one of his secretaries, who had to be barely 18 at the time. I don’t know much about her, only that I.
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