Georgia's father Bill looked into the kitchen. All the girls were there. He nodded happily, seeing they were in their bathrobes. Though Aimee *was* straddling Georgia's lap as Georgia sat in her chair. His wife stood to one side, looking surprised at the girls. Probably they had been talking back.
Bill cinched his robe tigher and stepped in. He said, "You know, girls, for breakfast, it's one person per chair. But that makes it easier to say good morning to you both."
"Oh Bill, the girls...!" Alice warned.
Bill Washington bent over to greet his sexy daughter Georgia and her bedheaded, pussy-licking sexy teenage Chinese squeeze Aimee. "Good morning, girls." He encircled them both with a hug. "Good morning sugar," he said, kissing Georgia's cheek. His eyes crinkled as he tasted a little second-hand Aimee on his daughter's skin.
"Bill, the girls..." Alice said.
"And to my sugar's sugar," he said, kissing Aimee's cheek. A much stronger hit of GIRL JUICE from Georgia tingled in his nose and sent a throb straight to his crotch.
"Bill..." Alice said.
Bill stood straight up. "Oh my, I didn't realize!" he said. The throb picked up the rhythm of his heart and the careful robe-cinching of earlier was pushed aside.
"Da-ad!" Georgia said.
"Yes, Georgia?"
His daughter pointed. "Robes at the table?"
He looked down. The whiff of Georgia's juices had pumped up an erection that had burst out the front of his robe.
Aimee and Georgia giggled at Bill's rampant, naked penis.
Alice began, "Now Bill," reaching for her husband.
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