If you have an eighteen year old daughter, you are generally at least forty years old or so, but of course there will be exceptions, and I am one of them.
I am thirty-three years old this year, is a photography building owner, I also own a lot of stocks, the bank has a lot of deposits, also has a lot of property, open the photography building is just with the fun, profit and loss without worrying, just do not want to do nothing.
I didn’t earn my wealth from nothing. Seven years ago, I was still a white collar worker living on a meager salary, but luck struck and I became rich overnight when I won three million Canadian dollars in the Mark Six lottery.
By then, I was already living unofficially with Karen, who was the same age as me, a young blonde woman with a standard figure, who came to my apartment every weekend to spend the night, and on Sundays she worked to earn money and raise her eleven-year-old daughter. When she was fifteen years old, she met a bad man and gave birth to her daughter.
After I became rich, I immediately bought a 5,000-square-foot house with an indoor swimming pool in RICHMONDHILL, the most expensive area of Toronto, and formally moved in with Karen, whose daughter, Silk, also went to an elite school.
I supplied their best needs, just not by marrying Karen, but she was perfectly content and never forced me to marry her.
I used to work for an investment company, and I know how to invest, so I know how to utilize my money well. After a few years, my assets have already accumulated 5 to 6 million dollars, most of which are entrusted to an investment company for management, and I am a photography enthusiast who has won many prizes, so I opened up a photography studio and hired two fellows to help me pass the time.
Last year, that is, after living with Karen for six years, I finally officially married her, which gave me a seventeen-year-old daughter.
Very few people in Toronto have private indoor pools. In the summer, Silk invites his classmates home for a swim from time to time.
The lakes and beaches around most of the city are almost completely fouled and unsuitable for swimming, while the public swimming pools have a complicated flow of water. So if there’s a heat wave in the city, there’s a pool party almost every day. Karen and I love a good party, and the pool is taken care of regularly, and we have two Filipino maids to take care of the housework without us having to worry about it.
Most of the classmates and friends invited by Silk were teenage girls, with one or two boys in between. They are all fit and youthful. I often sit by the pool to admire their beautiful body, moving curves, occasionally tease them, never on her hands and feet, did not show any ugly, and the supply of drinks and snacks endless, so very popular with them.
Later, they asked me for permission to host a poolside celestial party, but that’s another story for another time.
Three months ago, on her 18th birthday, we organized a big birthday party for her. She invited a lot of her friends and classmates, and her friends brought their friends, so it was a very lively event, with almost 80 people attending. The pool, the lobby, and the game room were crowded with people between the ages of fifteen and twenty-two or twenty-three, with more women than men. Karen hired five waitresses to help, so I didn’t have to.
I chatted for a while with a couple of youths by the pool, remembered that I had a couple of important phone calls to answer, and walked into my study.
It was my private place, off-limits to everyone, including Karen. There was a computer, where I stored all my business and personal files, as well as high-grade audio-visual and television recording equipment, where I sometimes enjoyed adult movies with my girlfriends. Of course, there was a small bedroom with a motorized round bed, which was housed behind a secret door at one point.
After the call, I poured a glass of wine and soothed myself.
The study is on the second floor, below the swimming pool, you can see more than ten people in the swimming pool in the water, a few of them wearing three-point swimsuit girls in the poolside sunbathing, they are even flesh and bones, attractive body, I see a little dazzling. I took out a triple X-rated picture book, which was full of male and female sex photos, especially the female models were all one in a thousand, with very beautiful faces and first-class bodies. This was high priced stuff, published in Scandinavia and printed for the high consumer market, not the $20 or $30 dollar street copy books.
After flipping through a few pages, my organ was definitely inflated, and since I was wearing shorts, it was easy to pull it out and let it stretch as far as it could go.
At that moment, a delicate voice rang out from the door, “Sorry to disturb you…”
I ate a shock, looked up, a blonde girl wearing a super small bikini swimsuit stood outside the door, age and silk similar, has a pair of big charming eyes, two pieces of lips with a little teasing flavor, a small piece of cloth in front of the chest only covered half of her huge breasts, two large nipples protruding under the thin fabric, shielding the lower body of the fabric will not be larger than the palm of your hand, the whole body ninety-five percent of the exposure in front of the eyes. The skin of her body was smooth and tender, even-boned, white and red, without any blemish.
“Excuse me, can I borrow the phone?” The pleasant voice came out from her sexy lips and between her shell teeth, her smiling eyes contained excitement, and a teasing smile hung at the corner of her mouth.
“Make yourself at home.” I hastily zipped up my pants, very embarrassed, and let her walk into the den, pointing to the phone on the counter, and she smiled sweetly in a way that could dissolve any man.
Looking at her stunning body, I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about her naked body, and an idea rose up in my mind to convince her to shoot a series of nude photos with her.
The number she dialed seemed to go unanswered, and she made a hopeless face as she tried dialing again, still no answer.
“I’m Hooper, Silk’s father. Are you a classmate of Silk’s?” I introduced myself.
“No, my sister is a classmate of Silk’s. My name is Wave… I wasn’t invited…”
“Don’t say it this way, you’re absolutely welcome. Your sister is my guest and you are my guest of honor.” I poured her a glass of wine.
She took a sip and looked at me with a smile, intentionally puffing out her chest, her giant breasts almost breaking out of her shirt.
“Mr. Hu, I know you’re a famous photographer, I wonder if I’m qualified to be your model?”
I froze for a moment, pretending to be a little hesitant, unafraid to survey every inch of her flesh. Her hands were interlocked, stretched high on the back of her head, her upper body tilted slightly backward, and she slowly turned around, assuming the posture of a professional model. I noticed that she was wearing a pair of special earrings with a devil’s fork motif, which had a ghostly feel to it.
“Miss, I’m taking adult magazine style nude pictures, don’t you dare?” I intentionally teased her.
“You’re a famous artist, you’ll get a beautiful shot, I don’t mind getting naked.” She smiled and added, “Want to prove it to you now?”
I watched as she reached between her breasts and unbuttoned them, two large round, snow-white globes of flesh popped out, their pink nipples protruding high. She gently rested both breasts in her hands for a moment, swabbing her nipples with her index fingers as she continued to remove the bottom section of her bikini swimsuit. Her hair was a dark red color, not too sparse, not too thick, a small handful above her pussy.
She swept her pubic hair, came closer to me, only two inches away, and said softly, “I also know you have a secret, with you have made love to the model, you will have special inspiration to shoot their most beautiful charm. Come on, love me, find out what makes me tick.”
My mind turned quickly, clear that I have a wide range of photography, but only shot a limited number of photos of nude women, never want to make love with the model’s habit, just had asked a few have had a sexual relationship with their beloved girlfriends to shoot some nude photos, private collection, never public. This little ninny stripped naked in front of me, what is the intention?
I was about to open my mouth to ask what was going on when my lips were already sealed with hers, and she embraced me, teasing the base of my tongue with the tip of her tongue, pressing her lower body against my pussy and rubbing it gently. Despite the clothing, I couldn’t help myself from getting slowly aroused, and when I was quite hard, she let go of my mouth and with great skill unbuttoned my pants, pulling out the strip of flesh and playing with it, and I couldn’t help but run my hands over her huge, firm breasts. In only a minute, I was already as hard as iron and didn’t look any deeper into her intentions.
After a while she got on her knees and ate my prick, she sucked and licked, nibbled and flicked, I had endless comfort to enjoy, but I couldn’t stay passive, I had to counterattack, but this wasn’t the right position for that. I secretly pressed the control on the desk and the secret door opened to a comfortable round bed, I picked her up while she was surprised and walked into the bedroom, both collapsing onto the bed.
I spread her legs widely and stroked and rubbed her to my heart’s content, teasing her hole and concentrating on the fleshy particles at the top, making her gush with lust and desire. I was very good at this, having learned the technique from several women over the previous two years, and there was no woman who didn’t lose her grip under a round of my rapid-fire assault.
Sure enough, she could no longer endure, rolled over and pressed me down, put her own hole set on my meat column up and down pumping. But the woman on the top of the pumping is straining position, she pumped not long, weak down, I reversed to take the initiative, as much as possible gallop, and changed a few positions, so that she did not know how many peaks over, paralyzed in my bottom gasping for air.
When I saw that she was satisfied, I let go, made myself comfortable, and then slowly softened down. The biggest weakness of a man is that after ejaculation, it takes a while before he can come back for a second time, unlike a woman who can do it a dozen times in a row without changing her face.
When I started to withdraw from her body, her vagina suddenly tightened and relaxed, massaging my prick with one flaccid movement, and she caught my hands on her nipples. After a few, I was not surprisingly responsive, but only half-hard, she let me pull away, and then turned around, with two large breasts clenched, like a hot dog with sausage, and stretch out the tip of the tongue to lick my glans, rubbing it with her breasts. After a few moments, she made me spit out my tongue again.
“I won’t lose to you this time, let’s see what I can do!” Her eyes were full of provocation.
She pressed up against me, righted the position, and then latched on to my prick, falling forcefully and pumping, sometimes stopping to retract her vagina for added stimulation, and sometimes pumping rapidly. Finally, just before I was about to cum again, she left my body and took her mouth instead, resulting in me shooting in her mouth, and her licking every drop clean.
I was very tired from my two consecutive outbursts, and my whole body was so turgid and soft that within minutes I was sleeping like a baby.
When I woke up, the flower had already left, I was still naked on the bed, I rushed to put on clothes, walked downstairs, the party is nearly over. I couldn’t find Waves anywhere. I asked a few people, but none of them had ever seen a woman who looked like Waves, and none of them could tell me who Waves’ sister was. Waves didn’t tell me her sister’s name, so I regretted that I hadn’t turned on the VCR in the small bedroom to record everything.
I tried my best not to find her, checking the guest list, asking the five waitresses who were hired to help, and also asked other guests, no one has seen the woman called Wave Flower, and I could not find any traces of her, she seemed to have never appeared at all, she is really like a wave, the current forms a peak, and the mountains and seas come, and after that, there is no trace to be found.
I went back to my study and lay down on the round bed to reminisce about the fun I’d just had… Oh, what’s that on my back? When I touched it, it turned out to be an earring with a design of the devil’s fork on it.