[We open at 2 in the morning in the Mantle's kitchen. MR. MANTLE, a muscular, tall man in his fifties with greying temples, stands leaning against the kitchen island in only his boxers when blonde DORIE Doublers, 18, sneaks into the kitchen in bare feet wearing a skimpy, pink baby doll and nothing else. She jiggles impressively as she pulls open the fridge door. MR. MANTLE coughs appreciatively as she bends to take a pop off a lower shelf.]
"Mr. Mantle! You're naked!"
"I've got my boxers on, Dorie. Sorry, I thought you, Tabitha and the other girls were sleeping after all that horseplay."
"...."
"Something the matter, Dorie?"
"N-Nothing Mr. Mantle. You sure are very fit. It's, ummm, distracting."
"You're having trouble not looking, Dorie."
"Sorry, Mr. Mantle."
"It's okay. Come, take my hand. Good girl... you're fetching in your nightie. It's quite translucent in the moonlight."
"Where are we going?"
"Just to the living room. I want to chat with you."
"Oh, okay. Gosh- this couch seems so small..."
"It's a love seat, darling. Snuggle up, don't be shy. That's good. You're a college girl now, you should be more outgoing."
"What did you want to talk to me about Mr. Mantle?"
"Well, I couldn't help hearing the moaning coming from Tabitha's room..."
"Oh god! You didn't-"
"I was worried about my step-daughter and her friends, so I took a little peek in."
"Oh god!"
"Goodness! You're turning the cutest red!"
"It's not what you think, Mr. Mantle! I swear! It wasn't my idea! Really, really! Oh my-"
"No, don't leave. Right back here, young lady! My-my, you are breathing so hard, that impressive chest of yours is really an eye-catcher."
"Oh Mr. Mantle, you must think- you must think I'm--"
"Now, now, sweetie. Take a breath. Yes, a deep breath. Here put your head on my shoulder, let me rub your back..."
"I'm not really into girls, Mr. Mantle. N-Not in that way..."
"You certainly seemed like you were enjoying my step-daughter's pussy, dear. You really lavished Tabitha with a LOT of attention."
"Oh god."
"And all the time Mia was licking your sweetness! You seemed quite stirred."
"Oh GOD!"
"When I saw that you girls weren't in any danger, I did, eventually, stop watching. But I do have to say it did disturb me."
"I'm soooo sorry, Mr. Mantle! I- OOOH!"
"Yes, you can see just how it's disturbed me, can't you, Dorie?"
"Oh wow, Mr. Mantle. Your thingee... It's sticking out from your boxers... It's soooo BIG!"
"That's sweet of you, Dorie, but it doesn't really help the situation, does it?"
"You need... *gulp* help?"
"I sure do, Dorie. And you can't imagine just how happy I was that you stepped into the kitchen while I was trying to figure out just what I was going to do."
"Oh my god! What if I'd been Tabitha?"
"That would have been awkward, yes. My cute step-daughter finding her Daddy all hard."
"Mr. Mantle?"
"Yes, Dorie?"
"When Mia got me, got me to orgasm -- Well, usually I have to pretend, you know so I'm like the rest of the girls..."
"Yes, peer pressure! You seem quite upset about it, honey. Trembling - ohhh yes, just press yourself against me."
"It's not that. Mr. Mantle. Tonight was different."