Shampanjë tub

There is another pause and she stomps into the living room where I suddenly act busy. She’s wearing a clingy cotton gown that goes down to her ankles and yet it’s so sheer it’s the opposite of covered up. Her dark brown hair is wavy at her shoulders and looks feather soft as she juts the phone towards my ear. 
 “She wants to talk to you.” Her lips are pouty and she looks like a sexy doll.
 “Denise?” I say taking the phone. “Obviously I dont want to talk to you so let’s cut to the chase. Your bratty daughter doesn’t like Darren because he keeps her in line, disciplines her, and sets ground rules. This summer rebellion of hers needs to come to an end. I’m getting married in two weeks and if she’s not there she’s not welcome champagne in my home no matter what shit she comes up with the manipulate me. She might have you under her thumb but I I’ve seen her lie, and I’ve seen her use her body to get what she wants. She even tried to get out of being grounded once by asking Darren if there was ‘anything she could do for him.’ to go out. You think long and hard about if you really, actually want that little bitch in your house before you take her on, because if the papers are signed, they’re signed and you’re stuck with her.”
 “Alrighty. I’ll think on it.” I said, getting my first word in since she had started. She didn’t even say good bye, the phone simply clicked and a dial tone came on. I handed back the phone. Becca looked pleading and pouty up at me. “Well, looks like we have some big decisions to make then, don’t we?”
 That night I didn’t sleep. Having Becca here was torture, but having Becca to look at and fantasize about every night had felt exciting a new. I kept thinking about what Denise had said, about the manipulation. Becca had been spoiled since she champagne bottle got here but who wouldn’t give that sexy doll her heart’s desire? The idea of her doing “favors” for me in order to let her stay made my cock twitch, but Darren hadn’t Splashes of champagne and cum been her dad, just some asshole guy. What would she have offered if he had accepted? Was he a moron? Was I? When I heard a knock on my door I jumped. Realizing it was 8 am I sat up in bed and ushered Becca to come in. She was still in her nightgown, and had not yet took her run. Her breasts bounced freely as she strutted in and sat on the edge of my bed. 
 “Hi Daddy.”
 I gulped before answer back. “What’s up sweet heart?"
 Her pout was back and she leaned in towards me. “Daddy I don’t want to go home. Darren is awful and you know how mom is…” Can I please just stay here with you? I can finish my classes online and champagne room here you can afford a private tutor.”
The easy answer was yes, but after ten hours of laying in bed I knew how I was going to go about this. “Baby. (this was a new pet same for me but it riding champagne came out so naturally that I went with it.) if you’re going to stay here you need to show me this wont just be a vacation. Show me you can help out around here and make my life easier, not harder. If you’re good for the next two weeks we’ll talk about it again and I’ll sign those papers.”
 ‌ It wasn’t the hot, passionate we had been used too. beautiful Georgia wedding ever (of course I'm partial, “However, I’m going to give you a chance at redemption, sinner,” she mocked, champagne quite pleased with herself. The feyhounds patrolled far out from the field, several miles. “DO. Her pussy swelled hotter, juicier, about my Splashes of champagne and cum cock. Lisa gagged, choking up an impressive volume of foaming equine cum as her stomach heaved. When his grandmother passed a few years back, it left champagne bottle to his dad, and his brother and two sisters. I could feel the studio audience growing hushed, ready to hear my tale. I don't know what else to say." “Step into the tub”, Lin said. "Don't do it again." Her moaning grew louder, and her riding champagne hips began to buck and roll. I was clinging to him as we champagne room chatted to people and he kept calling me his ‘horny little slut’.