More talk with Tony

The two of you leave Millie straightening her clothes and walk out of the sports complex.

"I'm glad to meet a reasonable man," Tony says. "Not that you could really cause much trouble, but it's better to have some fun than make trouble, don't you think?"

"I'm not interested in other people's trouble. I can come up with enough of my own."

"Well put. Don't we all. Millie is an entertaining little fuck, and don't hesitate to give her a ride anytime you like. She'll probably be panting at your door if you don't give her some more cock soon."

"You've been fucking her for a while?"

"Mmmmm, yes. She's one of several I'm afraid. I can't resist young girls. Their flesh is so firm and ripe. And they're so simple. Easy to get their sweet thighs open. I envy you, working here surrounded by all these bratty fucks. It's the Happy Hunting Ground. Have you nailed many of them, or was Millie your first?"

"She wasn't the first. You sound like you've done some hunting here yourself."

"Indeed. In fact I started hunting when I was a student at Hamilton, just up the road. We used to visit, the lads and I, and **** the virtues of the fair maidens of Pink Rose. They didn't take much effort," he laughs, "And that was over thirty years ago."

"Is that where you met your wife?"

"Not the one you met. She's my second. And yes they both went to Pink Rose. The first one I met at a ball here, then fucked the daylights out of her down by the lake there," he chuckles at the memory. "We married, we divorced, a boring story. I met Helen a few years later. She'd just graduated from here and was young and ripe and sexy. One thing led to another, we married, and Julia was born. We've stayed together since. I still throw a fuck into her now and then to keep her happy, but I prefer younger meat."

"And she knows this?"

"She probably guesses. We don't talk about it. I suspect she has a little stable of studs of her own. I don't know for certain and I don't care. If you're interested, you might give her a try," he grins with a raised eyebrow. You shake your head, feeling uncertain at Tony's frankness.

"Her friend Marcia, Millie's mother is a complete slut. Her husband ignores her, and she takes **** by fucking everything in pants. Obviously Millie has carried on the family tradition. Marcia has the same excellent ass, by the way. I seriously recommend you give her a try. Perhaps we really could get the two of them together and share them on my next visit. What do you say?"

"Possibly. Does her mother know that Millie's a slut?"

"Absolutely. I wouldn't go so far to say that she encourages it, but she certainly knows."

"Millie seemed very concerned that your daughter not find out about you two."

"Yes. Well, that is a concern. Julia is very much Daddy's girl. Thinks the world of me, as daughters sometimes do, and is rather blind to my faults. It would hurt her to find that Millie and I have been intimate."

"The two of them are best friends?"

"Yes. Since they were little girls. Inseparable. I sometimes have doubts about Millie's influence on her. Not that I think Julia's a blushing virgin, but she's not the cock hungry slut that Millie is."

That's what you think Dad, you say to yourself as you remember Julia grinding away on your cock like a frenzied harlot a short while ago.

"Well, speak of the devil," Tony says nodding ahead to where a group of girls are approaching.

You smile as you recognise Julia, and Grace Mathewson, and the three girls who had been drunk at cheerleader practise the other day.