“Well done girls, another great result,” I exclaimed as my team filed past to the changing rooms.

I’d been coaching the girls, and boys, under-18 football teams for a couple of years now, and the girls team had really pulled it together this season, and this win put them at the top of the table.

I heard a quiet knock on my office door, “come in,” I called.

The door opened a little way, I saw a blonde girl behind it, “mmm, excuse me, Mr Edwards.”

“Come in, Georgia, ahh, and Gracie.”

Georgia entered and stood before my desk, closely followed by Gracie.

“What can I do for you both,” I asked, before looking at my watch, “isn’t your mother waiting for you, Georgia.”

“Ahh, yes, I just checked my phone, she’s stuck on the train just outside Manchester it’s broke down or something.”

“What about your mum Gracie?”

“She’s away on a course, I was staying at Georgia’s tonight.”

Georgia slid her phone across my desk, showing me a message, “mum was wondering if you could take us back to yours, then we could walk home when she gets back.”

Georgia used to sleep at my house quite often when she was little, she played with Becky, my youngest daughter.

Becky is no longer around, she left when her mother left 5 years ago.

I grabbed my phone and messaged Carla, Georgia’s mum. Not that I didn’t believe Georgia, but I just wanted to make sure she hadn’t changed her mind since the first message.

Carla replied immediately, saying it would be a life-saver if I could mind the girls for a bit, hopefully she won’t be too long.

I assured the girls it would be fine for them to stay with me for a while.

“Can we stop at the McDonalds drive-thru on the way,” Georgia asked.

“Of course we can.”

“Amazing,” she cried, bouncing out of the room.

With the girls showered and changed, we waited for the rest of the girls to be collected by their parents. With the last girl gone, I locked the clubhouse and gates and drove to the McDonalds.

“This is a nice car Mr Edwards, is it electric?”

“It is Gracie. I always liked Porsches. A lot of my teammates used to drive really flashy cars; Bentleys, Ferraris, Lamborghinis and the likes; but I preferred Porsches, they’re a little more anonymous, which is handy if you want to avoid the paparazzi.”

I ordered at the drive-thru, and we took the burgers home; no way am I risking grease stains on the leather seats in my car.

“Wow! This is a nice house Mr Edwards,” Gracie gasped as I waited for the gates to open, before driving up to the house.

A bit of background.

My name is Dave Edwards, I’m the fitness coach at the local professional football team - that’s proper football, not American football - and in my spare time I coach several youth teams in the town.

That’s what I do now.

A few years ago I was in another league, literally. I played for a Premier League team, I was capped five times for England. At my peak, I was earning more in a week than most people earn in a decade, and thanks to a clever accountant, I got to keep more of that money than I should have.

This is why I don’t keep my salary from the football club, I channel it into the youth team funds; where it pays for the kids’ kit, the coach hire for away matches, birthday presents and Christmas parties. Anything to salve my conscience over the ridiculous wages I was paid, and the sponsorship money that came on top, and the money from TV appearances.

Sophie, my now ex-wife, left me as soon as a knee-injury brought an end to my career. She took Becky with her. Rhiannon, our older daughter, decided to stay with me.

As Sophie went straight from me to a former teammate, and she failed to convince the judge that she wasn’t a gold digger, I successfully avoided paying her anything, although I willingly pay Becky’s school fees, and have set up a trust fund to pay for her university fees, a carefully managed fund that can only be accessed by Becky, and only then once my lawyer has been assured the money is going to Becky, not Sophie.

Rhiannon always seemed to prefer me over her mother, she was more sporty, playing football and cricket - she’s an excellent cricketer and has a trial coming up for Lancashire - whereas Becky has taken after her mother, preferring shopping centres over sport stadiums.

So, there you have it, my life in a few paragraphs.

“I always wondered who lived here,” Gracie exclaimed as I pulled off the road and drove through the gates as they slowly swung open.

“Didn’t I ever tell you I used to play here with Mr Edwards’ daughter?”

“I don’t think so,” Gracie replied, “it’s a huge house.”

Yeah, it’s a huge house, way too big now I’m essentially living alone most of the year; Rhiannon is at university, only spending the odd weekend and the holidays at home.

It’s my house, though; I designed it, well, I gave the architects an outline of what I wanted, and signed off their design. Sophie and I planned a big family, 4 kids at least. The house has 8 bedrooms, enough for the kids and family and friends to stay over.

There’s two lounges, one big enough for 50 guests. There’s two kitchens, one for catering, one for family. There’s a gym, a games room, a cinema.

I have enough income from investments to pay the bills, and my earnings from TV and my regular column in The Guardian keep me in semi-luxury.

I’d like to share the house with a family, though, because it’s lonely rattling around this big house on my own. Which is probably why I spend so little time here, preferring to work than stay at home.

Georgia almost dragged Gracie into the house, giving her the full tour as I put the McDonalds stuff out for them in the kitchen.

“You’ve got a pool!” Gracie announced, as she took a seat at the table and grabbed her double cheeseburger.

“Yes, I know,” I replied, “I use it every morning.”

“Can we go for a swim?” she asked, as Georgia tucked into her McChicken sandwich.

“Of course you can,” I replied, “there should be some of Becky’s costumes down there.

“Does she still visit?” Georgia asked, grabbing a handful of fries.

“Not as often as I’d like,” I told her, “she’s welcome any time, but her mum keeps her visits as infrequent as she can get away with.”

“That’s such a shame,” Georgia replied, “I really like Becky, and I’ve not seen her since she left.”

After they’d eaten, I cleared the kitchen as the girls went back down to the pool in the basement.

While the girls used the pool, I did a bit of paperwork; paying bills, booking my car in for a service, dull stuff.

I was just closing my laptop as my phone chimed with a message. I flipped the phone over and read the message, from Georgia’s mum.

“Arghh, sorry Dave, the train won’t be moving any time soon, I doubt I’ll be home before morning. Would it be horrible of me if I asked you to put them up for the night?”

“That won’t be a problem at all,” I replied, “if you can get back into Manchester, a friend of mine has a pub with rooms near Victoria Station, he’ll be happy to let you stay the night.”

“That’s amazing! We’re only about 100 metres outside the station, I’m sure they’ll let me walk back.”

I messaged my mate at the pub, he was happy to let her stay the night, free of charge, because he’s a nice guy. I sent Carla the details then headed down to the pool, to give Georgia the bad news that her mum was stuck in Manchester.

At the top of the stairs I heard giggles and splashes, I don’t think they’re doing much swimming.

“Hey girls! I’ve just had a message from your mum, Georgia...” I called out as I reached the foot of the stairs.

I heard a squeak in answer, and saw why as I rounded the corner into the pool room.

Gracie was standing in the middle of the pool, her hands covering her chest. Georgia, obviously not as shy as her friend, was standing proud, displaying her nicely shaped breasts to the room.

“I said there’s Becky’s old swimming costumes in the changing room,” I told them, trying desperately to look somewhere other than at the girls.

“When did she last use the pool,” Georgia asked, audaciously stepping sideways to ensure she stayed in my eyeline.

“Mmm, maybe she’s not been swimming since Sophie left,” I replied.

“And even then, she was smaller than me,” Georgia told me, “so you can see why we’re skinny dipping,” she added, as she dived across to Gracie and pulled her hands down.

Ahh, where did she hide those boobs under a football shirt, I wondered.

“Anyway, you said mum had sent you a message,” Georgia said, dragging me out of my reverie.

I shook my head, hoping my eyes stopped somewhere other than Gracie’s breasts, “err, yeah. She said the problem with the trains isn’t getting fixed any time soon, she asked if I could let you stay over.”

Georgia cheered and kissed Gracie, not the reaction I expected after hearing her mum was stuck in Manchester.

“Really! That’s brilliant,” she exclaimed.

“Where will we sleep?” Gracie asked.

“You had the full tour I replied, there’s 8 bedrooms, 7 of which aren’t mine, so you can choose any you like.”

Georgia put her mouth to Gracie’s ear, she whispered something and Gracie smiled nervously.

“So, now we’ve got all night, are you coming for a swim?” Georgia asked.

“My trunks are upstairs,” I said, torn between joining the girls, and maintaining a proper adult / child relationship.

“That’s OK, it’s not like we’re dressed appropriately,” Georgia replied brightly.

I still hesitated, these girls were 16, I’m more than twice their age. Even a hint of impropriety and I don’t just lose my coaching gig, I’ll lose my job and all my other work.

“It’s OK, Mr Edwards, we won’t tell anybody.”

“And ... we, like ... we won’t behave differently around you...” Gracie added.

What did Georgia just whisper to her?

Have they planned something?

Georgia climbed out of the water, she was completely naked, my will was finally broken, I started to undress.

“That’s saved me pushing you in,” Georgia giggled as she dived back in.

She’s a good diver, she barely made a ripple, she also gave me a fleeting glimpse of her perfect bottom.

I still wasn’t comfortable about being completely naked in front of the girls, so I kept my boxers on as I entered the pool.

I swam a few lengths, for appearance sake, but the girls were soon bored of that and Georgia intercepted me on my next length, she wrapped her arms around me, forcing me to stand; then she hugged me, pressing her naked body against mine.

I really wasn’t ready for this attention. My brain was whirling as I tried to remember any occasion when I may have led these girls on; I’m sure I hadn’t. Then I tried to remember if Georgia or Gracie had acted in a flirtatious manner previously; nope, I don’t think they had.

“Why are you acting like this?” I asked.

“Because we like you,” Gracie replied.

“But, you’ve never paid me any attention before...”

“Oh, we have, but we were obviously too subtle,” Georgia told me, before kissing my cheek.

“I’m old enough to be your father...”

“Yeah, but neither of us has a father, at least not one that hung around for long.”

Gracie, emboldened by Georgia’s actions, swam over and joined in. she ran her fingers tenderly across my cheek, “you look so manly,” she whispered, “you’re so much more attractive than the boys in school.”

“Yes!” Georgia agreed, “boys are so immature. They really don’t know how to attract girls, at least, how to attract nice girls,” she added.

“Do you think we’re nice girls?” Gracie asked.

I was having trouble speaking, my mind was still in shock. I had no clue this pair were attracted to me.

“Yes, you’re both nice girls. You’re two of the best players on the team. You’re polite and generous...”

“But ... are we pretty?” Georgia almost pleaded.

Ahh, now I realised my mistake; in refusing to react to their advances, the girls thought I didn’t like them. I really should have paid more attention to Rhiannon’s conversations when she was their age.

“Yes, you’re both very pretty.”

“So, why don’t you like us?” Gracie asked.

“I like you both a lot,” I hastily replied.

“But ... you’re not reacting...” Georgia noted, running her hand over the front of my shorts ... that did provoke a reaction that I tried my best to suppress.

“I’d love nothing more than to do whatever you want to do; but you have to understand, I could lose my job, I could lose everything, if anyone found out.”

“We already told you,” Georgia replied, “we won’t tell anyone.”

“Mr Edwards, you have to understand, all the other girls, they’ve got boyfriends, they’re having sex...” Gracie started.

“ ... but, we’re still virgins...” Georgia continued, “ ... and, if ... you know ... we did find a boy we liked, we wouldn’t know what to do ... the boy would guess we’re virgins and he’d leave and tell everyone, and we’d be ruined...”

“So...” Gracie picked up the thread, “as well as really liking and respecting you, and finding you very attractive and manly ... we’d like you to show us how to have sex...”

“We need you to be our sex coach,” Georgia added, as she reached up and kissed me tenderly.

I returned the kiss; Georgia pushed her tongue between my lips, my mind was blown, I don’t think I was the first person she’d kissed.

After a moment or two, Georgia pulled away, panting hard. I didn’t get chance to recover, Gracie moved in quickly and took over.

My heart was racing as Gracie stepped back, finally giving me an opportunity to get my breath back.

“Wow!” I exclaimed when I felt able to speak, “I don’t think there’s anything I can teach you about kissing; which lucky boys have you been practising on?”

“Oh, we’ve not practised with boys, because we don’t want ... you know ... the boy to get too excited and get carried away,” Georgia replied, “we’ve only kissed each other so far.”

“It’s fun kissing Georgia,” Gracie continued, “her skin is smoother than yours.”

“Ahh ... I can shave, if that helps.”

“Don’t be silly,” Gracie told me, “a bit of stubble is fine. Like I said, you’re all manly, we like that.”

Georgia climbed out of the pool, Gracie held my hand as she followed her friend, and I followed in her wake.

We towelled dry, then Georgia led us up from the basement. Nobody spoke as we climbed the two sets of stairs from the pool to my bedroom.

“I’ve been watching videos,” Gracie said finally, as she closed my bedroom door, “I know how to give a blowjob, but I’ve never done one ... will you tell us if we do anything wrong?”

I found I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded.

“We need you to be honest,” Georgia insisted, picking up the thread, “because if we do something wrong, and you don’t tell us, we’ll look silly if we do the same to a boyfriend.”

“I’ll be honest,” I managed to reply as Georgia knelt before me and ran her hand over the front of my boxers.

Gracie knelt beside her, and watched as Georgia pulled my shorts down and lifted my cock. They both gasped as it overcame its terror of being caught with two 16-year-old girls and started to come to life, growing in Georgia’s tender fist.

Opening her hand, Georgia asked, “is this as big as it gets?”

“Yeah, it’s rarely bigger,” I replied, wondering if I’d disappointed her.

“Mmm, what do you reckon,” she asked Gracie.

“Your hands look the same size as the girl in the video.”

“So he’s bigger than that guy?”

“I think so,” Gracie replied as Georgia passed my cock over.

“Ooh, it’s quite heavy, isn’t it,” Gracie whispered, “ ... so ... what do we do?”

“I guess you open your mouth and suck it, like it’s a calippo.”

Gracie opened her lips and tentatively moved her mouth over my cock head.

“Careful!” I gasped as she raked her teeth over my head.

“Sorry!” Gracie cried as she pulled away, “what did I do wrong?”

“Roll your lips over your teeth,” I told her, “that way you won’t bite me.”

“Ahh, teeth ... sorry,” she smiled, before trying again, this time without incident.

After a moment or two of just bobbing her head, she started to suck in her cheeks, adding a sensual pressure, then she brought her tongue in on the action, and that did it.

“Ahh!” I gasped, “I’m about to cum!”

“Try to swallow it!” Georgia urged, and Gracie did as she was told.

I came in Gracie’s mouth. She tried to swallow it, but I’d not cum in a while, so my load was way too much for her to swallow, most of it ran down her chin and onto her chest.

“Rub it in!” Georgia cried, “they say sperm helps them grow.”

“They’re big enough already!” Gracie replied, “maybe you should rub it in,” she laughed, scooping some up and splashing it across Georgia’s chest.

“What does it taste like?” Georgia asked, as she used some tissues to wipe up the mess.

“It’s OK, a little salty, but not as bad as Olivia said. Why don’t you try some,” she added, before she kissed Georgia, a long, lingering, sensual kiss that brought my cock back to life.

“Oh wow!” Georgia gasped as they eventually parted, “you’re so horny tonight, Gracie.”

“That’s because you make me horny,” Gracie whispered, running her fingers down Georgia’s pretty face.

I watched as the girls resumed their kiss, their hands roving over each other’s body as their passions grew.

Gracie pushed her friend gently, they tumbled onto my bed, where Gracie straddled Georgia’s leg, she rubbed her sex against her Georgia’s thigh. Her scream, as she came a few minutes later, made me thankful for the extensive grounds around my house, so I have no close neighbours.

“Oh. My. God!” Gracie gasped as she came down, “Why have we not done that before?”

“It’s lucky we haven’t, our mum’s would definitely have heard you.”

“Mmm, yes...” Gracie replied sheepishly, “I was a bit loud. Anyway, now we’ve worked out girl sex, I think we need to try boy sex.”

“Ahh, yes, after all, that’s why we’re here, and I think our boy is ready.”

Gracie slid off the bed and knelt before me once more, she looked up at me, her eyes boring into mine as she took me in her mouth again.

“I enjoyed blowing you, was I OK ... after the teeth incident?”

“You were great ... really, you were very good...”

“We want to have sex, but I think Georgia needs to learn about blowjobs ... from research, I think a man can’t cum as often as a girl ... if Georgia blows you now ... will you be able to have sex with us tonight?”

Now, it would take a stronger man than me to look into Gracie’s eyes just then and do anything other than lie to her, and pray to all that is holy that you somehow find the strength to back up your boast.

“I think I’ll be OK...” I replied, then began with the silent prayers as Georgia started work, following Gracie’s instructions.

Georgia was good, and soon had me on the edge. Gracie seemed to sense I was almost ready to cum, she tapped Georgia on the arm, “do you want him to cum in your mouth, or do you want him to cum on your body?”

Georgia pulled back, “cum on my chest, we can test if it’ll give me big boobs like Gracie’s.”

Gracie gripped my cock and finished me off by hand; and we’re almost talking of both senses of finish me off, because I could barely stand at this point.

It had been less than 30 minutes since my previous orgasm, so this one was a pale imitation of my first; even so, I managed to dump a respectable amount of spunk on Georgia’s chest. She may not be as well endowed as Gracie, who I’m guessing was a C, almost a D-cup, but she had nice boobs that were in proportion to her frame.

I didn’t say this out loud, because I was enjoying watching the pair of them massage it into her chest.

Once more the girls tumbled onto my bed and were lost in their own world for a while, and I continued to enjoy watching them.

Eventually, the girls separated; they lay side by side, giving me a fantastic view of their hungry pussies.

“Are either of you on the pill?” I asked, “because ... well it’s been a while since I had female company, and I don’t have any condoms.”

“Ahh...” Georgia sighed, “we’re not...”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have sex,” Gracie added, “I’ve seen it in films, we can still fuck, but you’ll have to pull out, then you can cum on our faces.”

“You really need to start watching Disney+ or Netflix,” I told her, shaking my head, “something for a family audience.”

“I don’t just watch porn!” Gracie replied, indignantly, “we’ve been doing research. We were planning to seduce you one day ... we didn’t plan today,” she added, quickly, “we saw an opportunity and grabbed it with both hands.”

“Can you promise not to cum inside us?”

Could I?

I tried to remember the last time I’d slept with two girls. Shit, it was probably 20 years ago, before I was married, before Rhiannon was born.

When I first signed to a big club, I had a bit of a wild time. I had more money than I ever imagined.

My dad was a bus driver, my first month’s pay at that club was more than his annual salary, and this was before I joined a Premier League club.

19 year olds should not be given access to so much money, we’re not ready, we can’t cope with the responsibility that comes with a Gold Card.

That weekend, a few of us partied in a city centre hotel, we paid for hookers, we had a bag of coke, we had a great time.

As the Courteeners told us, we’re not 19 forever, so I wondered if I was still man enough to satisfy two girls. Then I looked at the two girls, they’d resumed their kissing. I decided they were generating plenty enough pheromones to keep me going.

I took a deep breath, looked down at my raging erection, said a quick prayer and stepped up to the bed.

Gracie reached out and grabbed my hand, she pulled me onto the bed, then pushed me in Georgia’s direction.

I knelt between Georgia’s thighs, she was rubbing her clit and looked to be close to cumming.

Gracie gripped my cock, pointing it towards her girlfriend’s waiting pussy.

I paused for a moment, trying to remember if I’d taken a girl’s cherry before. I lost my cherry when I was 15, my neighbour’s eldest daughter, Marion, had taken me to her room and practically raped me, I wasn’t her first, she told me the names of everyone she’d slept with, including a few of the teachers at school. We had sex a lot that summer, before she moved to start college in the next town. She became a nurse, and I bump into her regularly when I take injured players to A&E. We went for a meal a couple of years ago, and she came back here to relive old times while her husband was away with their children.

I’d slept with plenty of football groupies, girls desperate to become a footballer’s steady girl. There’s no way I’d go steady with a girl who slept around - yeah, I know, I was sleeping around so I was no better - but I had no problems with taking advantage of a steady stream of girls willing to fuck anyone with a Premier League contract,

The girls were all ages, from teens to middle-age, we slept with anyone, but I really couldn’t recall anyone as young as this pair.

I said another prayer, this one seeking forgiveness, as Gracie got bored of waiting and slapped my backside, urging me on.

Georgia gasped as my cock slid between her engorged pussy lips, “Oh fuck, it’s bigger that I thought.”

“He’s bigger than our dildo,” Gracie confirmed, “my fingers won’t go all the way round, but he should still fit.”

“Kiss me,” Georgia pleaded.

“Who do you want to kiss?” Gracie asked.

“Mr Edwards ... please...”

“In the circumstances, you really should be calling me Dave.”

“I’m sorry, Dave, I’d really like you to kiss me.”

How could I refuse?

I leant forwards; as I thrust my cock deeper, I brought my lips to Georgia, and we kissed, and it was mind blowing.

I can’t explain it, she’s just a girl, her lips were nicely shaped, but ... something special happened just then ... is it her age, that I was taking her virginity, her beauty ... I don’t know, but as I kissed her I had to concentrate very hard not to cum.

“I feel OK now,” she whispered, “thank you for being tender while it hurt.”

“My pleasure ... really, it’s my pleasure.”

“You can do me faster now ... but ... don’t forget to pull out...”

As we made love, Gracie had one hand massaging my balls, and one hand massaging Georgia’s clit.

I worked hard not to cum, this was a much harder job than I expected, because Georgia’s pussy was deliciously tight. I thought back, comparing the current scene to every other night I could remember ... nothing came close, Georgia and Gracie beat everyone hands down...

Oh shit, almost forgot.

Georgia sighed as I pulled out, not a moment too soon as my cock exploded, sending thick ropes of spunk over Georgia’s beautiful tanned stomach.

“Oh my god,” Gracie gasped, “that was amazing, I came just watching.”

“I was almost there,” Georgia sighed.

Gracie dived between our bodies, bringing her mouth to Georgia’s pussy, “oh my god,” Georgia cried as she gripped Gracie’s hair, pulling her closer, as I moved back.

Despite cumming three times already this evening, the eroticism in the room soon had me hard again, and Gracie’s beautiful backside in my eyeline was too good to miss, so I slipped off the bed and stood behind her.

“Ohh cheeky!” Gracie giggled as I pressed my cock between her pussy lips from behind.

“Am I OK?” I asked.

“Oh yes, more than OK,” she replied, before resuming her work on Georgia.

There was no way I was going to cum four times in a night, and I tired around the same time as Gracie grew sore. We separated, completely sated, and crawled under the duvet.

The girls lay either side of me, each with an arm across my chest, and we fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, after making the girls a quick breakfast, they dressed in their school uniforms and I drove them to school; dropping them at the end of the road, as Gracie suggested, so no-one would know they’d spent the night at my house.

Back home, I spent an hour in the pool, then I went upstairs and stripped the bed. I couldn’t help holding the duvet cover to my nose, breathing deeply of the girls’ scent.

As I loaded the washing machine, my thoughts turned to the girls again, this time I was hard on myself, admonishing myself for giving in, letting myself be seduced by the girls.

But what could I do, I argued back, no man could resist two naked girls; two willing naked girls; beautiful, willing, naked girls.

I put the kettle on, and dug around in the freezer in search of something simple for lunch. I’d just popped a frozen pizza in the oven when the gate buzzer sounded.

I reached for my phone and checked the camera on the intercom, it was Carla, my heart sank...

What if Georgia had told her everything?

I pushed the gate release and the pedestrian gate swung open. I walked out to meet Carla, I was relieved to see she was smiling.

“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver, Dave,” Carla gushed as she hugged me.

We weren’t normally on hugging terms, so either Georgia hadn’t mentioned anything, or if she did, Carla wasn’t upset. I suspect the first option.

“I’ve just put a pizza in the oven, it’s too much for me to eat on my own for lunch, do you fancy sharing?”

“That would be great. Your mate was an amazing host, he wouldn’t let me pay for the room, or the wine.”

“Calvin is a top man.”

“Yeah, but he only does fried foods for breakfast, and I couldn’t face sausage and egg after a couple of bottles of Pinot Grigio last night.”

I made Carla a big mug of tea, and we shared the pizza in the kitchen.

“Georgia said you were a very good host last night...”

My heart missed a beat, surely Carla wouldn’t be so open and friendly if she knew what happened last night.

“They enjoyed my pool, and I treated them to a McDonalds.”

Carla looked at me sternly, oh shit, here it comes.

“Mmm, she took advantage of you, I don’t let her eat burgers normally.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that. I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

Carla reached out and brushed my cheek tenderly, “don’t be silly, you did nothing wrong.”

I’m not sure about that, I thought.

“You know, Georgia has always liked you, Dave. I don’t know if she missed you or Becky most, after Sophie left.”

“I didn’t realise that,” I replied, “She didn’t spend much time with me when she was here.”

“Still, you made a big impression on her. I think maybe it’s because she started visiting Becky when I was divorcing Tony, her dad. I suspect you became a surrogate dad.”

I was about to leave the table to make another pot of tea when Carla stunned me. She brushed my cheek again, then leaned in close and kissed me tenderly.