... hers and Eric knew once the dessert was done, he and his wife would be turning in and tearing up the sheets. He always knew when Ariel was in the mood to fuck … because she always was!
Melody smiled conspiratorially at her mother, she and Ariel were going to give Daddy one of the best treats of his fucking life!
Eric couldn’t take his eyes away from his daughter and wife as they walked away from the restaurant and towards their car. Other patrons of both genders were watching and all Eric could think was suffer folks, they’re all mine!
Ariel kept up her teasing all the way home, it was a 30-minute drive and Melody was chatting animatedly. If she noticed her mother’s actions, it didn’t seem to bother here, but then, they had always been a demonstrative family, believing that if you loved someone, you showed that love. Eric had always been very touchy-feely with his daughter and she often sat on his lap and wiggled close. He loved the feeling of her round little ass on his lap, Ariel might have got the legs, but Melly got the butt.
The girls were still in a giddy mood, likely because of Ariel’s consumption of champagne (and they’d let Melody have some as well, no one at Gaston’s would have dared question Mr. Prince) so they were feeling no pain, although both his girls were naturally happy most days. Ariel told Melody that she wanted her help with the dessert in the kitchen, so they went away and ...