Chapter 2

Jenny couldn’t wait to be naughty with Dan and guided his hand under her short hem. “Finger my pussy,” she whispered, kissing his cheek. She spread her left leg, opening her pose. It didn’t matter to her that she was on the outer seat, her slender leg in plain view of those seated across from her.

Dan noticed a waitress approaching and remembered she was the same one who served him and Tina, named Sherry.

“Hi, and welcome to the Tilted Kilt; I’m Sherry.” She leaned across the table to wipe away several stray crumbs. They eyed the closeness of her ample cleavage, and then she offered them menus.

“I’ll be back in a moment to take your order,” she said, walking to another table.

“Did you see how much tit she was showing?” Hanna remarked.

“I’m sure that Daddy did,” Jenny joked, smiling at him and placing her hand around the shaft of his cock.

“They were sort of right there in my face,” he defended.

“I don’t mind you admiring other women; if you didn’t, you’d be gay or dead,” Lisa kidded.

“I do know she wears a thong under her short skirt. She says it makes her feel sexy at work.”

“How would you know that about her?” Lisa teased.

“She’s the same one who served Tina and me. I compared it to the old question of what a bagpiper wears under his kilt, so I mentioned it to Tina, and she asked her.”

Sherry returned to take their order, and they laughed, asking for the arse burger platter. “I don’t think she remembers me,” he mentioned.

“Why do you think she might remember you? She must serve hundreds of customers a year.”

“I doubt very many customers get to fuck her as I did.”

“You fucked the waitress?” Jenny whispered loudly.

“Tina and I took her out to a swingers club here in Ottawa, and we had fun.”

“Are you going to take Mom there?” Hanna asked.

“I can’t because you girls are too young to be allowed in, and you have to buy a weekend membership. I can take Lisa to the Hen House, where she’s free to fuck other men, suck cock, and eat pussy under safe conditions.”

Sherry returned with their drink order, placing each glass down. “Do you recognize my dad?” Jenny began.

“You do remind me quite a lot of the actor, Tom Hanks.”

“Yes, we have our own Hollywood actor as our dad. Do you remember him for another reason?” Dan rubbed her clit, making her body jolt. She, in turn, caressed the shaft of his exposed cock.

Sherry looked at him, her mind trying to recall this handsome man. “I would remember a good-looking guy ... like ... you.” She leaned to him and said, “Oh my God, did we fuck a few months ago?”

“Yes, last November.”

“Weren’t you with your wife and another young woman?”

“Yes, I’m fortunate to have several wives.”

“Several wives?” She questioned. “You’d have to know our Daddy to see how loving he is. Would you like our dad to fuck you again?” Hanna freely offered.

“Girls, that isn’t a topic you discuss in a restaurant,” Lisa cautioned.

“Was my dad a good fuck?” Jenny continued.

“Yes, actually one of my best,” she smiled at him, and her face began to turn crimson.

“And you wear a thong under your short skirt because it makes you feel sexy at work?”

“Yes, I do,” she said shyly.

Sherry had noticed Dan and Jenny’s hands moving under the table. She accidentally, on purpose, dropped Jenny’s fork and knelt to pick it up. She could see the young girl’s legs spread, and her dad was fingering her bald pussy. A glance, and she could see the girl’s hand stroking his long cock.