Chapter 3: Lolly and Gina Meet One of My Sons

The rest of the afternoon and evening blurred past in a seemingly never-ending series of sexcapades. I fucked both Shephard women in all three holes more than once. I came in all 3 of their holes at least once. I fucked Gina as she ate Lolly, I fucked Lolly as she ate Gina, and Gina rimmed me as I fucked Lolly. I rimmed Gina as Lolly ate her pussy. Every which way you could think of, we did.

Around 7.00 pm, I grabbed my phone and ordered some pizza. When the delivery guy arrived, my girls greeted him at the door wearing nothing but their beautiful smiles. This gave him a lot of sexy thoughts to ‘fap’ to later, I’m sure.

We finished up in a triangle in the middle of Lolly’s bed. Gina was blowing me as I ate Lolly’s pussy, and Lolly was tonguing Gina with one last mutual orgasm. With dawn’s light appearing on the horizon, we finally drifted off into much-needed sleep.

I don’t work Mondays (or Tuesdays, for that matter), Lolly was a ‘solo mum’, and Gina was at university. Hence, none of us had to be anywhere that Monday morning.

Waking to the delicious sounds and smells of bacon and eggs cooking and mushrooms being fried, I stretched languorously and nudged Gina. She was still dozing and snuggling my left arm, her lovely breasts on either side of my upper arm. My fingers were between her thighs, lightly resting on her clitoris.

Smiling beautifully, Gina kissed my jawline just below my ear and said, “Morning, big daddy man. Did you sleep well?”

“Well, I was, but then I seem to recall being woken up by someone sucking me off during the night,” I said accusingly.

Trying to be all wide-eyed and innocent, Gina said, “I wonder who that could have been?” She didn’t even have the grace to look embarrassed!

“Get up, sleepyheads!” Lolly called out. “It’s nearly 10 o’clock! I saw a couple of $100 bills sticking out of Gina’s shoulder bag, so I pinched one and ducked out to the deli just up the road, where I bought us some bacon, eggs, mushrooms, and halloumi cheese for breakfast. But, I wonder, where Gina could have gotten $200 from?”

She came to the bedroom door, looked at me piercingly, and then smiled. “But who cares, right? Breakfast is nearly served!”

I had my usual morning ‘piss wood’ happening, so I asked where the loo was and excused myself for a moment. But, before I could enter and shut the door, Lolly appeared in front of me.

Curious, Gina followed her mum down the hallway.

“Hang on, John,” Lolly said. “Give me a second.”

Lolly dropped the apron, all that she was wearing (she must have stripped back down after going to the deli), to the floor and sat, stark naked, on the toilet. Thinking she must’ve desperately needed to go, I stepped back and shut the door to give her some privacy.

Putting her hand up to prevent the door from closing, Lolly said, “No, I want you to piss on my clitoris, John, please?”

“Ewww!” Gina gasped. “WTF, mum?”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, my little cock sucking slut daughter,” Lolly told her.

Leaning back, spreading her legs as wide as she could, then lifting her knees, and exposing her clit, slit, and vulva, Lolly softly said, “Do you want me to beg, John?”

I hadn’t bothered putting any clothes on, so I shook my head and, took my rapidly stiffening 7 in. cock in my hand, aimed the eye at her cunt, and prepared to stream my wee onto her pussy before I got so hard pissing would be impossible.

After a couple of miss starts, I was finally able to let my rather full bladder release. I directed the stream up and down Lolly’s flushed and gaping slit. Reaching forward, Lolly took my cock out of my hand, leaned forward with an open mouth and let my urine splash into her mouth.

“Fuck!” Gina moaned.

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that, despite Gina’s supposedly disgusted moanings, she was frigging herself vigorously with two fingers thrust deep into her quim.

Holding my piss briefly in her mouth Lolly leaned forward, opened her mouth, and let my wee drop out onto the top of her cunt. With a deep and sensual groan, Lolly slapped the entrance to her pussy. There was a wet squelch at the smack, and she came, hard.

Pushing my dick down and leaning back, Lolly let the rest of my stream hit her perineum and bounce into the toilet bowl.

When my stream died off, she gave my cock a couple of quick pulls to shake the last of my wee out, took it in her mouth and sucked, then swirled her tongue to catch every last drop.

With a satisfied smile, Lolly leaned back. “Fuck!” She suddenly said. “The croissants will be burning!”

Pushing past me, she raced into the kitchen without even wiping my piss off her pussy. Looking at Gina, I shrugged and followed her mum back to the kitchen. I took my usual seat at the kitchen counter as Gina crept back into the kitchen disbelievingly.

“You sleep okay, little miss lolly?”

Lolly’s head snapped around, and she appraised me speculatively.

“This girl slept very well, thank you, Sir!”

“That’s good, my girl,” I ventured, emphasising the ‘my’.

“What the fuck is going on here? Gina said, all confused.

“I think the start of something absolutely wondrous,” Lolly answered.

“Absolutely wondrous!” I repeated. “Is Gina going to be like you or like me, do you think?” I asked Lolly.

“Like you, I hope,” Lolly answered quietly. “But maybe below only you.” Even more quietly.

“I don’t know what the fuck you two are going on about,” Gina butted in. “But I don’t like being talked about like I’m not even here!”

Laughing, I picked my daughter up effortlessly and swung her around. Squeezing her tightly to me with her legs off the floor, I bent over and pretended to drop her. Squealing, Gina clung to my shoulders, just as I had intended.

Forcing her thighs apart, so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around me, I sat her on the unused, until now, kitchen table. I positioned my stiff dick at the entrance to Gina’s pussy, the head slipping a little way into her cunt.

She was as wet and hot as I suspected. Despite all of her protestations, Lolly’s and my little demonstration this morning had her all revved up and ready to fuck.

“How would you feel about leaving this little house and coming to live with me out my way?” I asked Gina. “I have a massive 5 bedroom house, on acreage, near Redland Bay.

There’s a two-bedroom flat over my garage, complete with a kitchen, bath and shower, and separate toilet. You could move in there, or I have a spare room, complete with en suite, at the opposite end of the hall to my room, if you’d prefer?

I have two dogs, three cats, an aviary of cockatiels, some even talk, plus I agist a couple of horses that I’m sure the owners would be happy for you to ride.”

“I could never leave, mum!” Gina said firmly.

I laughed. “No, silly, I meant you and your mum. There’d be 5 of us, including my two boys, and 7 bedrooms, so there’s plenty of room!”

“You have sons?” Gina asked wonderingly. “I have brothers?”

“Half-brothers, I guess,” I told her. “The children of my wife and me.”

“Where’s your wife?” Gina asked accusingly. “Did you get divorced? Why didn’t she get the house?”

“My wife died of kidney cancer last autumn, not quite a year ago,” correcting my earlier statement to Lolly where I’d said ‘just over a year ago.’

Tears welled in Gina’s eyes, and she hugged me tightly, causing my dick to slip a little deeper inside her hot pussy.

“I’m sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean to be so rude.” She said contritely.

“You weren’t to know, baby girl,” I told her. “So, what do you think?”

Lolly stepped in at that point. “All too soon, John,” She told me emphatically. “We’ve really only just met. Let’s take some time to get to know each other properly before we make those kinds of decisions.”

Seeing the disappointment on Gina’s face, Lolly quickly amended. “There’s no reason we can’t come out for a visit, though. Maybe stay the weekend,” noticing Gina’s face light up, she added, “or the week, even.”

All through this, I was gently rocking my dick back and forth inside my daughter’s slippery quim. Leaning back and looking down, Gina pretended to notice me inside her for the first time. Her pussy had been squeezing down and then releasing on the head of my cock all the time I’d been in her, so I knew her ignorance was feigned.

“Why, daddy, you appear to be inside me!” She said in mock surprise. “What are you planning on doing?”

“This,” I told her and roughly pushed her flat on the table. Grabbing under her knees, I lifted Gina’s legs and pushed them rudely back and apart, spreading her charms for me to salivate over.

The table was a perfect height for me to stand, feet flat on the floor, with my cock in her pussy.

Telling Gina to hold her knees apart, I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her ass buns to the table’s edge. Pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, I started sawing my cock in and out of Gina’s tightly grasping cunt.

I’d forgotten how flexible teenage girls can be, so it came as a bit of a surprise when Gina let go of her knees and placed her heels on the table on either side of my thrusting hips, then spread her arms wide and grasped an edge of the table in each hand.

“Fuck me harder, daddy,” Gina pleaded.

Before I could comply, Lolly climbed on the table in front of me and knelt with her thighs on either side of Gina’s head. Lowering her still piss wet pussy onto Gina’s face.

Lolly growled, “If you 2 think you’re the only ones getting a fuck as well as breakfast this morning, you’re kidding yourselves!”

Leaning on her left hand, Lolly reached her right hand forward and pulled the skin around the top of Gina’s pussy back, exposing her tiny clitoris. Awkwardly, with her head tilted to the side so it wasn’t being forced away by my thrusting pelvis, Lolly began to tongue Gina.

With her mother’s pussy already on her lips, Gina didn’t need an invitation to lash Lolly’s clit, slit, and labia with her tongue.

Pounding into my daughter as hard as I could, once again, and with the help of her mother’s questing tongue, I quickly brought Gina to the edge of another stupendous orgasm.

Holding onto the table’s edge for dear life, Gina bucked her hips back at my thrusting, rock-hard cock.

Feeling her daughter bucking back at me, Lolly stretched the fingers of her right hand out and squeezed them tight together to make them as stiff as possible, then proceeded to smack Gina’s clit as hard as she could with the bit of room she had to swing.

Doing that sent our daughter over the edge. With a high-pitched almost scream, Gina spasmed and came, squealed, then came again.

Lolly ground her cunt down onto Gina’s mouth and, with a deep groan, came also. Sensing I was about to unload into Gina’s pussy Lolly pushed on my abdomen and begged me, “Cum in my mouth, please, Sir.”

Obliging, I pulled out of Gina and presented my cock to Lolly. Sucking it deep into her mouth Lolly wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and milked me until I exploded into her sucking orifice. Opening her mouth to show she had captured all of my spitting eruptions, Lolly swirled my cum around her mouth with her tongue and swallowed it all with obvious relish.

Climbing down off the table, leaving her daughter lying weak and satiated, Lolly said mischievously, “I think we’ll eat at the table. You’d better get down, my little slut daughter, so we can!” And gave me a huge grin and a wink.

Groaning, Gina swung her legs around, slid off the table, and sat on one of the chairs. Leaning forward, Gina let her head rest on her folded arms. “Thank fuck, I have to go to Uni orientation tomorrow,” she muttered. “I don’t think I can do another day and night of this!”

Laughing, I patted her shoulder, “I don’t think I can, either,” I told her.

“Soft!” Lolly pretended to moan. “My man and my daughter are soft! I’m good to go again, right now!” She boasted.

Lolly brought the three breakfast plates to the table with 3 cups and a pot of tea. I was famished after last night’s activities, so I tucked into my melted halloumi croissant and my scrambled eggs and bacon with fried mushrooms with gusto.

Looking at my two naked nymphs, I smiled to myself at how lucky I was. I still missed my wife terribly, but I had a new daughter and a burgeoning relationship with Lolly to look forward to.

If you’d missed it above, Lolly is quite submissive and will bend to my every desire and whim as long as I don’t break any of her hard limits. I looked forward to finding out what those limits were. They, obviously, didn’t include incest or piss, so I briefly wondered what they might be.

Looking at Lolly and thinking about what I’d seen her dressed in, I asked, “Lolly, do you have anything sexy to wear, or do you always dress like your 70-year-old spinster aunt?”

Guffawing, Gina chortled, “Spinster Aunt! I told you you dressed like a granny, mum!”

Huffing primly, Lolly sniffed, “I dress as a good Christian woman should!”

“Only if she never wants to get a man!” Gina interjected, laughing again.

Looking severely at her daughter Lolly said, “Oh, you’d be surprised, my darling girl. Your mum has had many a man try to get in her knickers over the 18, almost 19, years of your life. Don’t let the fact that John here was my first in a very long time fool you! It was you I was protecting from their predatory ways!”

A little bitterly, Gina responded, “Then you let the very first man I’ve seen that wasn’t a workman in our house take your daughter’s virginity and fuck her in the ass!”

There was a resounding smack as Lolly slapped Gina’s face. Tears sprang from Gina’s eyes as she held her hand to her cheek where her mum had just hit her.

“You hit me!” Gina said, in complete shock. “You’ve never hit me before!”

“You deserved it for being a bitch, my girl. Now apologise to John for what you just said!”

Realising what she had just said, Gina turned to me, horrified. Tears of remorse were now welling from her eyes and down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean it like that! Honestly, I didn’t. I love that you took my virginity and have taken me under your wing, I have so much to learn, and I hope you will forgive me and continue to show me how to be the best woman I can be.”

Taking her in my arms, I pulled her hand away from her cheek and kissed where her mum had slapped her. “No need for forgiveness, my love,” I told her. “It’s all been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster over the last few days, and we’ve all had some fairly severe shocks. Some things were bound to cause friction.”

Wrapping her arms around my neck Gina kissed me contritely. With a trembling smile and a bit of a sniffle, she said, “Thank you, big daddy man. Can we pretend the last 5 minutes didn’t happen?”

“After you’ve apologised to your mother, sure. Never forget the sacrifices she has made for you. All the years of solitude and going without so you could have safety and as many of the good things as she could possibly afford. Tell me, Lolly,’ looking at her, “when was the last time you bought something new for yourself? A new dress or skirt? Or even a nice matching bra and knicker set? When was the last time you bought clothing from somewhere other than an Op shop?”

“Not since I became too big with Gina to wear normal clothes,” Lolly answered simply.

Gina was openly crying now. Huge gulps and sniffles shook her body. Crossing to her mum, Gina knelt before her mum and wrapped her arms around her mother’s hips.

Lolly looked over at me with a look of wonderment on her face.

Pressing her tear-stained face into Lolly’s abdomen, Gina hitched and tried to speak but had to cough a tear-driven blockage out of her throat. Swallowing a couple of times, Gina turned her head to the side and said, “I’m so sorry, mum! I had no idea! You never said a word. I knew money was tight at times, but you always seemed to get things done, so I thought we were doing okay.”

Lolly, crying now, as well, patted and stroked her daughter’s head and hair. “It was my job to keep all of that from you, my love,” Lolly told her. “And I’ve loved every moment of my job, being your mother!”

Helping Gina to her feet, Lolly took her hand and walked over to me. Standing on tiptoes so she could kiss my cheek between my chin and ear, I had stood up when Gina had crossed to her mum. Lolly said with tears in her eyes, “Thank you, John.”

Perplexed, I said, “For what?”

“Helping my daughter to see!” she said, kissing my jaw again. Gina stretched up and kissed me as well. “Thank you, big daddy man,” she said with a tremulous smile.

I just shrugged. Making a decision, I said, “Right! Let’s go! We’re going shopping. Go get dressed, hurry now!” And I clapped my hands as if demanding instant obedience.

I was expecting both of them to laugh and tell me to ‘get stuffed’. Instead, still holding hands and with twin smiles on their faces, the Shephard girls together said, “Yes, big daddy man!”

Separating at Lolly’s bedroom door, the girls began to get ready to go out. Putting her fingers to her cunt just before she stepped into her bedroom, Lolly brought them up to sniff. Wrinkling her nose, Lolly said, “I smell of sex and cum! I need a shower.”

Hearing this, Gina’s head popped back out her door. Looking down, Gina’s fingers appeared at her nose, her head being all I could see from where I was standing, and she said, “Oh, is that what that smell is? I quite like it, but you’re right. A shower is definitely in order!” And stepped back into view.

Grinning salaciously, I said, “I could help wash your backs,” then raising an eyebrow and looking at their pussies, “or anything else that needs cleaning?”

Slapping my bare upper arm playfully, Lolly said, “Then we’re never getting out of here before the shops close! Because it won’t stop at just ‘washing’, now, will it?”

Caught out, I just smiled. Putting a mock severe expression on my face, I demanded, “Then hurry now, or I might have to dish out some smacks!”

“Yes, big daddy man,” they both chorused again.

Holding each other’s hands again, my girls headed for the shower.

An agonising 90 minutes later, they finally appeared back in the lounge room, still completely naked, to find me, also naked, sitting on the lounge. I badly needed a shower, too.

“Have a little fun in the shower, did we?” I asked, maintaining my severe charade.

“Well, there was so much of your spent cum leaking out of Gina’s pussy and ass I had to take great care to make sure she was properly clean. I cleaned her as far as I could with my tongue, then cleaned even deeper with my fingers. For some reason, every time I cleaned her clit with my tongue, she squirted, and I had to start all over again.”

All of this was said with a totally straight face as if it was the most reasonable explanation in the world.

As I said earlier, I’d hate to have to play poker against that woman!

“After I was completely clean, well, I had to return the favour and clean mum’s pussy equally as well, too, didn’t I, big daddy?” Gina piped in, all innocence personified. “But there seemed to be the same problem. I would have all of her pussy and ass area almost completely clean with only her clitoris left, but when I used my tongue to clean that, she would ‘come’, and her pussy would be all juicy again.”

With visions of my two girls licking and tonguing and finger fucking each other in the shower dancing through my inflamed imagination, I was absolutely rock hard again.

Still, with a stoic face, Lolly said, “The shower is free, John, if you’d like to get clean? I put out a fresh facecloth and towel for you. The facecloth we had was a bit ... umm ... shall we say ‘used’ by the time we finished.”

Muttering to myself about the perfidy of women, I sauntered towards the hall leading down to the shower. Lolly took a quick step forward and slapped one of my ass cheeks, “Hurry now, or we might have to dish out some (more) smacks!” she demanded.

Laughing, I headed into the shower. Of course, the girls had used all of the hot water, but the cold water helped to cool my libidinous state and to soften my erection enough so I could fit it back into my skin-tight jeans.

Still drying my hair, I wandered back into the lounge to find the girls dressed and ready to go. Gina was wearing the same plaid skirt and white blouse as Thursday night. It was her current favourite outfit, apparently.

She had put on a white bra, this time, though. Catching a glimpse up her skirt as she adjusted her position on the couch, I saw that she had put white cotton boy-cut briefs on this time instead of a thong.

Seeing me look, Gina smiled, “I’m still leaking a little fluids, daddy. I put a panty liner in, but a thong just doesn’t hold it in place properly.”

Well, we had been doing a lot of fucking!

Lolly had donned a dark blue backless sundress which went wonderfully with her lustrous honey blonde hair that she had let swing free instead of being tied up in a severe bun and her olive skin.

The dress clung alluringly to her curves showing off her wonderful 12 double D breasts to full advantage. It did cover her all the way to her ankles, though. A shame because she had fantastic legs.

With a bit of makeup across her almost flawless skin, Lolly looked no older than her 18, nearly 19-year-old daughter. Surprised, I met Lolly’s eyes with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s one of Gina’s,” Lolly explained. “She talked me into letting my hair down and putting it on.”

“You look amazing!” I told her. “10 years younger at least! You two look like you could be sisters, not mother and daughter. And you look delicious enough to eat! Or did I do that already?” I said with a quirky smile on my face.

Rolling her eyes theatrically, Gina sighed. “More ‘dad jokes’! OMFG!”

“Remember, my girl. I will spank you if I need to!” I threatened satirically.

Gina just grinned and rolled her eyes again.

“If we’re going to catch the bus, we need to get a move on,” Lolly said, knowing we all wouldn’t fit on my motorbike.

‘Who the fuck catches a bus?’ I thought, momentarily forgetting about the girl’s financial struggles.

“We’re right on Latrobe Terrace,” I reminded Lolly. “There has to be a 100 cabs going past here an hour. We’ll just thumb one down. We’re only going down to Paddington, so it won’t cost much.”

Walking out the front door that I noticed Lolly carefully double-locked, we stepped to the edge of the road. A cab came down the hill almost immediately, so I stuck my hand up. The driver pulled to a stop, and we piled into the back seat.

Lolly got in first as I held the door and slid behind the driver. Gina got in the middle, and I took the seat with the most legroom behind where the front passenger would sit. The driver kindly leaned over and released the catch so the front seat could slide all the way forward, giving me enough room to sit comfortably.

“Where to?” The driver asked.

“Just down to the Paddo shops, driver,” I told him. “Sorry for such a short fare.”

“As long as the short fares keep ticking over, they soon add up to a big fare,” the driver told me, displaying a great attitude.

I could see the driver was trying to take a sneaky peek up Gina’s short skirt, so to further titillate him, I placed my fingers on the inside of her thigh and clasped the hem of her skirt between my thumb and forefinger. Slowly pulling it up to reveal a tiny glimpse of Gina’s knicker-covered snatch caused the driver’s eyes to be riveted to where Gina’s knickers were slowly coming into view.

Gina felt what I was doing and, noticing where the driver’s eyes were locked, gave a theatrical sigh and lifted her hips a little, as if trying to get a little more comfortable, then slid a few centimetres further towards the front of the seat, revealing more of her tight white boy cut briefs to the cabbie.

The driver caught me watching him with an amused smile on my face and quickly averted his eyes, but not before giving his tented trousers a quick adjustment.

$7.50 later, we were outside The Hummingbird shop in the middle of Paddington. Handing the driver a tenner, I waited for my change. Once he had dropped the $2.50 in my hand, and because he’s been so cheerful about it, I handed him a twenty and said, “That’s for you, driver. Have a great day!”

A little surprised, the cab driver gave me a thumbs up and grateful, “You too, thanks, mate!” before driving off.

Eschewing The Hummingbird, ‘too old,’ I told the girls. I spotted another women’s clothing store called Miss Henry just a little further up the street. One of the few advantages of being a cab driver is that you get to hear many a review of various places from your passengers, and Miss Henry had always received rave ones.

Once inside, I grabbed a seat gratefully and left the girls to sort out a new wardrobe for Lolly.

Some of their discussions over choices grew quite heated. Lolly kept insisting her clothes should be loose-fitting and conservative, in keeping with the ‘good Christian woman’ that she was.

Gina kept demanding Lolly try on much shorter and tighter skirts, dresses, and tops. Skirts that would barely cover her ass. Tops that would barely cover her tits and leave her midriff exposed.

“You have great legs and a great ass, Lolly!” Gina exclaimed to her mother.

Surprising me with the use of Lolly’s name rather than ‘mum’ or ‘mother’ as she had done the rest of the time I’d been with them both.

“Stop being such a fucking prude and put them out on display!”

Noticing my confused look, Gina wandered over to me. Under the guise of pretending to ask me what I thought of the two dresses she was holding, one that Lolly had chosen, a shapeless thing that would reveal nothing and would have fallen to her ankles.

And the one she had, a short clinging number with a deep slit on the left thigh that would reveal Lolly’s leg all the way to just short of her knickers and with a very deep vee that would show the inside curves of her boobs and would cross over only just high enough for Lolly to be able to wear a bra with.

Gina whispered to me, “We’re pretending to be sisters seeing as you reckon we look like we are. Isn’t that sexy, big daddy man? Just think, later tonight, you could be fucking both of your ‘daughters’ simultaneously!”

Swallowing hard, I had to quickly imagine Carmen Lawrence in a bikini beckoning me closer to stop from going embarrassingly stiff in the shop.

“Your choice is much better,” I gulped and told Gina, surreptitiously adjusting my jeans to settle my semi-charged cock into a more comfortable position.

Noticing my partial erection, Gina smiled, turned, and walked away, but not before flicking the hem of her skirt up to give me a quick peek at her sweet, knicker-covered ass.

‘Carmen Lawrence in a bikini, Carmen Lawrence a bikini, she wants me to fuck her,’ I thought furiously. ‘Bronwyn Bishop is getting changed beside her!’

After that, it seemed to become a game with the pair of them.

Lolly had conceded the argument and was trying on the various outfits Gina was picking out for her, only every few minutes, one of them would wander over to me and, pretending to ask my opinion on something or other, flash their knicker-covered ass or snatch at me putting me into a constant state of denied sexual arousal.

On one memorable occasion, Gina walked up to me and, given no one around, sat on my downturned hand resting on the armrest of the lounge chair I was sitting in. Her now knicker-less pussy was hot and wet on the back of my hand, proving it wasn’t only me my girls were turning on.

Her snatch left a noticeable wet patch on the back of my hand when she stood up and strutted off.

Looking around furtively to make sure no one was looking, I lifted the back of my hand to my mouth and smelt my daughter’s arousal before licking her secretions off the back of my hand.

A few minutes later, Lolly slunk sexily over and did the exact same thing. I was treated to another hot and wet pussy on the back of my hand, leaving another moist secretion for me to smell and savour.

One of the gorgeous shop assistants walked briskly past. Her eyebrow quirked, much to my embarrassment, as I’m sure it indicated she had noticed my extreme erection pushing hard at my tight jeans. The assistant couldn’t have been any older than Gina by her looks, but she had an air of sophistication my daughter hadn’t entirely managed yet.

“Your daughters are certainly picking out a lot of stuff.” She said to me sympathetically. “I hope they don’t break the bank!”

I gave her a weak smile, “Me, too!” I said.

Just then, Gina came out of the dressing room dressed in her original outfit. I hoped that meant the choosing and trying was now over, and she imperiously summoned me over with a beckoning wave of her hand.

Handing me the full-length sundress Lolly had initially worn, Gina said, “We’re all done except for the outfit I want mum to wear for the rest of the day, but she refuses to come out of the change room. Maybe you can make her? Don’t worry, we two are the only ones back here.”