This is a work in progress and chapters will be submitted at regular intervals. This is a continuing series, no chapter is written to stand alone. If you're just starting I recommend you start at the first chapter.
Friday, October 12.
Both girls were barefoot, topless, and in sweat pants as they came into the kitchen. Katrina settled upon my lap, placed her arm around my shoulder and reminded me of the promise I made yesterday. I caressed each bare breast and orally teased each nipple with a good morning kiss. "Thanks, Dad," she happily stated as she moved off my lap.
She was standing up as Veronica came into the kitchen in sweats and low heeled slides. "How about this look handsome?" she said as she put her hands on her hips and turned around. "Come here Katrina and let me enjoy those good-looking breasts."
As Katrina moved toward her, Veronica bent down, kissed and sucked both nipples, then palmed both and tenderly squeezed them. She caught my eye and winked.
In the meantime Ashley took Katrina's place on my lap and was enjoying the same tenderness of my mouth and hands that Katrina had.
As Veronica was bestowing the morning greeting on her daughter, I waited for her to finish and sit on my lap. As she settled upon me she cooed "Good morning handsome. I love waking up to you."
"Either you're showing a junk yard or you're not going into the office," Ashley said to Veronica.
"No, no office today, at least this morning. We're meeting the mover at Scott's who is going to retrieve his desk and credenza. Katrina, any furniture you want today?"
"Why don't you bring the desk and chair out of my bedroom and put it in the spare bedroom. I've tried to study at Ashley's but she wants me to sit on her lap. She puts her hands on my nipples and stuff, then I play with her pussy, so it takes forever to get something done."
"You've never complained before," said a petulant Ashley.
"It's not a complaint, sister dear. It's a fact and I don't want you to stop. You know I love you." Katrina replied.
"I know. Let's take our coffee upstairs and get dressed."
They charged down the stairs a little later, with only a few minutes to spare. "See you this afternoon. I think we're on two, love you both," and they were gone.
We drove to my house, packed my boxes, with a promise to do Veronica's after the movers left. We were done about ten to nine when the moving guys showed up. I showed them the furniture, the television and the boxes. I had them also load from my home office one of the easy chairs and a side lamp. In fifteen minutes they were loaded and pulling out of the driveway with Veronica and I close behind. At her house they backed into the driveway after first allowing us to drive past them to the back of the house. I let them in and showed them where I wanted the furniture. They came in with some hand trucks and carted the boxes down to the basement. I noticed the foreman on his cell phone and then he said, "Mr. Appleton, your TV fell over in the truck and it's broken."
"How do you know it's broken?
"There's a large crack across the screen., I'm sorry. I'm talking to the office about it right now. Since your firm is an important client, the manager wants to expedite the claim. One of the guys is on his way to the electronics store to get a replacement when they open at ten. Do you have a preference?"
"That's very thoughtful of you, a Sharp just like the broken one. Make sure it has the computer port and at least two HDMI connections just like the broken one," I noted.
He communicated the information. They began moving the furniture and boxes in with no more calamities. They were happy to also move the existing table into the basement.
As they were leaving, the foreman apologized again. I informed him I would call their office to report his concern and consideration. Two minutes later they left.
"Nicely done, handsome, that didn't seem to upset you." Veronica remarked.
"The only upsetting part is that the replacement is on its way and I can't jump your bones until after he gets here."
"It'll keep. We have the rest of our lives so what's an hour or so."
As were we waiting and drinking another cup of coffee we talked about my comments yesterday about the pool and the studio. I told Veronica that I wanted to pay off her mortgage and get the deed released to her. She noted that she would like to expand the kitchen as well as put in new cabinets. I suggested we put in all new appliances at the same time and new flooring. I said we'd get a contractor to give us an idea of when he could get started and I wanted to talk with an architect about enlarging the master suite and expanding the girl's bedroom into a master suite too. She agreed with heating the pool, the hot tub and the studio. She asked if that meant I'd like to stay here.
"Yes, for the long term. You're comfortable here, concealed rooms and everything. This house can easily be expanded. I've only lived in my house for three years and really have no connection to it. On Monday why don't you draw up a listing contract for my house?"
"I'd love to," she said. "Do I get my usual commission?"
"Cash or trade," I asked.
"I'm sure I'll come up with something," she said with her eyes twinkling. "I'll send a cleaning crew through. It should be on the market by next Friday."
"Don't you want me to move my stuff out?" I asked.
