Coffee with Mel

“So did you fuck any of them last night?” Mel asked me.

I spluttered as I’d just started taking a sip of my coffee. “Mel!” I said.

“What?” she asked. “We both know what’s going on, and what Rhia wants.”

“What did she tell you last night?” I asked.

“Nothing,” she replied. “She just said that she was burnt out from the double-length session and would tell us the story tonight at dinner.”

“I feel like whatever happens, I should probably leave it up to her to decide what to reveal to you guys,” I said. “For the sake of their privacy.”

“Oh, please,” Mel sighed.

“Melissa.”

“Fine, you’re right,” she said, giving me a look.

We both sat in silence for a moment as we drank our coffee.

“No, we didn’t have sex yesterday,” I finally said. “I should ask your daughter to come over and clean up the mess they made though.”

Melissa raised her eyebrow. “And what mess is that? The game room looked clean.”

I motioned for her to follow me and I led her to the game room and pulled aside the curtains at the window. Melissa turned her head to the side as she frowned and then she snorted hard and covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh.

Three dust prints of different-sized tits were very clear on the window in the light of day.

“Pretty sure it was your daughter’s idea,” I said.

“No doubt,” Melissa said, taking out her phone. “I need a picture of this so I can embarrass her right back when she tries to do the same to us.”

“Be nice,” I laughed.

“That girl has a metric tonne of parental embarrassment owed to her with the shit she’s pulling,” Mel said.

I sighed and shrugged. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”

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