9 comments/ 17185 views/ 1 favorites Candace Ch. 01 By: Seducemeplease81 I never seen this coming. I mean, I had the simple kind of life, one without hang-ups or complications. I was miserable at my factory job, working the tedious day shift day in and day out, and then I hear about the bad news. I'm losing my job and have two kids and a wife with no way of knowing what was in store regarding my future. Yeah, I know, many have the same ordeal. Mine gets a bit more difficult due to arising circumstances I hadn't properly prepared for. I had an opportunity to return to college. Granted it was a community college, but I was given a new lease on life, it felt, although in my 30's I hadn't imagined what spending time in class with girls much younger than me would yield. I have always been with one woman. My wife. I knew that I was very attracted to women, and simply found a way to combat those feelings through the usual methods. I found myself growing more tired of my life. My wife. The kids. The nagging disturbance that I had accumulated over the years due to mistakes of my own doing. But, I buried my lust. I found ways to ward off my feelings for the pretty young things I might notice at a mall or on a street corner while accompanying my wife to wherever she needed to go. She'd ask me why we were not having sex. Why I wasn't trying to initiate any form of erotic pleasure. She isn't very experimental and doesn't desire to perform oral sex, which I tolerated, though, truth be told, I pondered in fantasies what it'd be like to have something much younger taking advances and instigating a tryst of some sort. It was just a fantasy, and I hadn't literally committed to anything against my wife, so all was well. As I started attending school, I had one goal, to study as hard as I could and make the grade so I could better myself and my family. That was until.. Candace came into my life. It wasn't a sudden urge, and it really grew from just getting to know each other while in certain classes together. She had a daughter and was seemingly happy with her marriage to high school sweetheart, Rob. She was often all smiles, texting away to whoever, maybe her husband or school chum. We talked about our kids and positions in life. I explained my situation, my dilemma about losing my job, and starting over. We began to meet each other, innocently, in the law library near our classroom. We'd continue to chat about life, what happened after school, about our kids, this and that, mundane things that helped shape our growing friendship. This rapport that we had, how comfortable we were, it developed nicely, warmly, until the joy of seeing each other, day to day, grew leaps and bounds. Soon, Candace would see me in the library, either studying or on the Internet, concerning a test or just amusing myself, and embrace me with this jovial hug that made my head swim. Something happened, maybe she wasn't aware.. perhaps it was just an act of friendship, she had grown to appreciate the bond we had. Whatever the case, I was changing regarding my feelings towards her. I started recognizing how she looked. Her hair, how it proportioned itself in such a way, like waves down her back. While I'm indeed partial to voluptuous women, her breasts were unassuming, yet present enough to show themselves underneath his T-shirt. I admired her figure more, her curves, her butt, her legs. I had never seen her in any way like this, how her shapely body communicated intimately with my mind. I wanted it to just go away. Leave me be, but her image would remain so visible at night when I'd close my eyes. When my wife would petition for the touch of my hands, desiring for passion, I could no longer look into her eyes and not see Candace. Candace was in control and I was her puppet. What could I do? How do I disorient the spell she had cast over me?! Was I doomed to feel this way?! You could just imagine the burgeoning angst and tension, that overwhelming feeling that would cloud any sense of normalcy when Candace would come around me. Should I simply abandon her, push her aside, and formulate my plot to completely wipe this magnificent creature from every thought and emotion that had developed inside me? I so tried. No doubt. Candace developed a curiosity regarding my aloof treatment towards her. She confronted me, after delayed attempts to question, about my baffling behavior. It was late in the afternoon at the law library and Candace, for some reason , was still around, and I was actually consciously swept away into my studies when she demanded answers regarding why I had quit talking to her, confiding in her, simply shrugging her off unlike our previous times together. With the expected gulp, and sinking heart, I told her why. Taken aback and stunned, Candace walked away. Certainly, I was regretting this decision, to inform her of my true feelings. As I had nightmarishly realized, in thought questioning the scenario if it ever was to occur someday, Candace truly knew what was agonizing me, and had left me to convalesce. Candace Ch. 02 Thanks for the feedback. It helps. Hope you enjoy this chapter. I bolted up and sat and looked at Candace. She had that deer in the headlights look, and I was a little amused that she was so nervous. Our eyes met and I could tell she was a little embarrassed that I might have been able to hear her and Karen earlier. I was the first to speak, "I stayed home from work with a migraine." Her voice trembled as she replied, "You've been home all day?" "Yes." She came further into the room and sat at the foot at the bed. Her head hung even though there was no definitive confirmation that she had been heard. I sat there and just looked at the side of her face. I could see a tear form and silently run down her cheek. Her body trembled and she started to sob. As a Dad and father there was that inner conscience that responds to the pain of a child and I reached out and took her hand and whispered, "It's OK, Candace." "No, Daddy it's not OK, you had to have heard what Karen and I were doing and I am so embarrassed." "What's to be embarrassed about? What was I supposed to have heard?" I tried to play off that there was complete innocence on both our parts, but she saw right through the disguise. "Oh, Dad I know you heard, I left my bedroom door open and you are a light sleeper. Please don't tell Mom, she'd go off the deep end and…" "What exactly did you and Karen do that would be so bad that you would not want Mom to know." Her face burned bright red and as she turned to look at me I could see that her desire was not completely abated, she had the just orgasmed look that I had become well aware of. I thought I detected her feminine odor and my breathing was becoming a little harder as I remembered how Candace looked naked and what her and Karen were doing not 15 minutes ago. "What can I say Dad, Karen did things to me that I've never done and I couldn't stop her. I've never felt like I did when she kissed me, Dad. When she grabbed my boob I about died." Wow more information than I expected but I had to be an adult and be her protector and mentor. "How did you feel, Candace?" "Oh, Dad I'm so embarrassed talking to you about this" "No need to be, honey. I am always here for you to talk to." She stood and started to walk out of the room. Just before she got to the door she looked back and said, "Maybe later. Daddy. I am just too embarrassed to talk right now." "Ok, babe I'm here whenever." She walked out and I leaned back on the bed. I closed my eyes and immediately relived the earlier events. I could feel another erection starting and I caught myself before reaching down and stroking my semi hardon. I remembered Candace was still in the house and my door was open. I fell asleep and dreamed about Candace and Karen except I was between them and they were slowly stroking my cock and whispering in my ear. I awoke with a start and realized that indeed I was being stroked and the shadow on the wall told me it was late afternoon. I sleepily opened my eyes and looked at the hand that was lazily stroking me. "How's your head, Honey?" Whew it was Sharon, my wife stroking me and I was relieved and I'd be an idiot if I didn't say I was a little disappointed. "Its better Babe how was your day?" "Oh you know, same old shit, different day. What's up with your daughter? I tried her door and she didn't answer, but I could music in her room." I hated lying but I was also a Dad so I crossed my fingers and said, "I don't know, Babe, I was asleep before she got home." My cock was a full mast as Sharon absentmindedly jacked me off. "That's not like her; she normally greets us when she comes home. Maybe she's sick." "Go check on her again and beat the door down if you have to." "I will in a minute. It looks as if somebody else has a headache. Let me kiss it better." She leaned down and took my cock in her mouth and started sucking. Her tongue wrapped around the head and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. She was furiously licking the pee-hole as she reached between my legs and brought my balls out of my pajamas. Her head came off and took my left ball in her mouth. Lightly licking the ball and sack her hand was lightly stroking just the head of my cock. Precum was dripping out of the tip and using her thumb she spread the moisture around. This natural lubrication made it easier for her to stroke me. Her intention was to excite me to the boiling point and I could only hope that she would bring it to fruition. She spat the ball out and looked me in the eye and said, "I'd better check on Candace. Don't worry, baby I'll take care of you later." I heard her knock on Candace's door and enter. I hoped that Candace had calmed down enough that her Mom would not realize anything out of the ordinary. She was upset enough earlier that her mom might be able to detect her uneasiness. I lay there and hoped this was not the case as I did not want Sharon to know that I had peeped in on Candace. Yes call me selfish but I did not want my wife to believe I was perving on our daughter. Some time had elapsed, perhaps 15 minutes and I heard Candace's door open. I held my breath until Sharon walked back in the room. "She seems to have had a little trouble with one of her friends today and she was really upset. She's ok now and apologized for not greeting me when I got home." I breathed a sigh of relief and closed my eyes. I listened to Sharon move around the room and I peered through the slit in my eyes just in time to watch Sharon remove her blouse reach around and unhook her bra. When she turned back towards the bed I got a great shot of her breasts and my mind wandered back to my daughter's boobs and the clear shot I had when Karen had been eating her out. Oh god, I thought, I've got to stop thinking like this. It's my daughter, my flesh and blood I'm thinking about and it's so wrong. Sharon finished changing, looked my way and said, "I'm going to start dinner. I'll call you when it's ready and if you feel like it you can come down and eat." I just murmured affirmatively and she walked out. I must have dozed for a minute when I felt a hand on my shoulder gently shaking me. "Daddy," a voice whispered. "Mom says dinner's ready and wanted to know if you felt like coming to eat." I opened my eyes and met Candace's gaze and she blushed and ran out the door. I got up slipped on a robe and entered the bathroom. After relieving myself I washed my hands and shuffled to the dining room. Candace was already seated but she would not look at me. I sat down and leaned over so her Mom would not hear me. "Whatever you are holding against me, if your Mom notices that you won't look at me she will wonder what's up." "I'm sorry, Daddy I will try." About that time my wife walked in with a plate of spaghetti with a tray of garlic toast. "Smells delicious, Honey." "I wasn't sure if you felt like eating, and if you did it should be something light." "Thanks, Babe you are wonderful to think of me like that." "Just ‘cause I love ya." The conversation was light and Sharon was doing most of the talking. Mostly about work and some high falootin millionaire was looking at one of her prize properties and she babbled on about how she was negotiating with him. His first offer was an insult and her counter was met with hesitance, but By Gosh we are not selling that property that cheap. I listened to her rambling with one ear but kept my eyes glued to her face as though I held on to every word. Out of the corner of my eye I looked to Candace and when our eyes met she turned away face red, her breathing heavy. Dinner was about to end when Sharon spoke, "Oh I almost forgot. Mr. Goldberg wants me and two of the other top sellers to accompany him to a convention of realtors in Las Vegas this weekend. I didn't think you would mind so I agreed." Mind, hell no. That will make a perfect excuse to talk to Candace and try to get her back to normal. "I need to get my car out tomorrow anyway so I can get you to the airport." I volunteered. "Not necessary, Mr. Goldberg is picking us all up and leaving his car at the airport." Friday rolled around uneventful, though Candace avoided me like a plague. Her Mom was oblivious her mind on her trip and the opportunity to network with the big people. Her mind was so far away I probably could have told her I fucked the next door neighbor, their dog and our daughter all on one day and she most likely would have replied, "That's nice dear." As I dashed out the door to get to work I kissed Sharon goodbye and wished her a good time, have fun. I slipped a 100 dollar bill and told her, "If you get a chance to play the slots bet this and bring me back the winnings." I hurried out before she could answer and I didn't get chance to talk to Candace; she had left for school. Worked sucked because I couldn't concentrate. My mind wandered a lot and I seemed to drift back to the earlier display. Seeing Karen bent over licking my daughter I started getting turned on and contemplated going to the Men's room and wanking but my better judgment won. I stayed at my desk but by lunchtime I had enough. I shut down the computer, gathered my things, stopped off at the receptionist's desk and told her I was going for the day. Driving home I hoped there would be no one home and I could hop in the shower, take care of the insistent horniness that seemed to be nagging at me. Hoping for a good yank my hopes were dashed when I realized Candace's car was parked in the driveway. I guess secretly I had hoped that my daughter would again be in the throes of passion with Karen, but I also knew it was unlikely. Candace had been too embarrassed before to risk anything like that again. At least at home. Parking the car, I entered through the garage and headed for my bedroom. I heard music playing in my daughter's room so I knew not to knock, lest there was more going on in there. I closed the door to my room, shucked my clothes and entered the bathroom. I had just started the shower when a knock came on the door. "What is it," I spoke loudly so I could be heard over the shower. "Daddy?" "Yes, honey. I got off early. I'll be out in a minute. Just want to hop in and rinse off." "Ok, I'm actually glad you're home, I need to talk to you." "Give me a few and we can talk." I heard her mumble something indiscernible, and I stepped in the shower. I came to the conclusion that now was not a good time to wank off so I hurried and rinsed. Turning off the shower I stepped out to dry off. Wrapping the towel around my waist I opened the door to the bedroom and got quite a shock as Candace was sitting on my bed facing me. She chose to wear a short skirt and blouse that had the first couple of buttons undone so that a fair amount of cleavage was revealed. I was stunned looking at her long legs, up to her breasts and finally to her face. Our eyes met and she lowered her head, blushed and I swear I caught her looking at the towel hanging low on my hip. I decided I better sit down before my cock started to rise. Taking a seat next to her, I sat far enough away that we were not touching. She half turned to me and propped her right leg, bent at the knee on the bed. Her exposed skin was close enough that I could without any effort reach out and touch her knee. Stop…you are thinking of touching your daughter, its wrong so wrong. Yeah, but it's also so damn exciting. She spoke first head hanging, "I know you heard me and Karen, Dad. I am so sorry." "Candace, honey there really nothing for you to be sorry about. It's natural to experiment with sex. And not necessarily unusual to do it with the same sex." I tried to be adult and understanding. My goal was to let her know that I was not mad but supportive. "Dad, I've never done anything like that before, male or female. Boys are too aggressive; they think that girls should give into them just because they take them to a movie or something. I've had these funny feelings for some time and when Karen kissed me those feelings came rushing back and I couldn't stop myself. It just felt too good." "Am I weird, Daddy?" I tried to explain that all girls and boys get those feelings; it's called horny or clinically sexual excitement. I told her that it was a part of maturity and it's natural to act upon those feelings but that she had to extra careful because she could get pregnant or contract some disease. I further explained that condom use was a fairly safe means of contraception. "I know about the diseases and condoms. They teach us that stuff in school. What they neglect to tell us is why we feel horny and why it feels good to be touched around the breasts and down there." I tried to remain composed but this talk about horniness and touching was making me horny. I could feel my cock rising and I dropped my hand down to try to conceal my erection. The sudden movement was not lost on Candace and her eyed darted to where my hand was resting. An eerie silence prevailed in the room as Candace stared blatantly at my towel covered cock. "Dad?" she spoke huskily. "Do you have an erection?" Sheepishly I replied, "I'm sorry Honey I couldn't help it. I miss your Mom already and it just happened." I seemed to be babbling when she swallowed and asked, "Can I see it?" My lips were dry; I licked them so I could answer, "Honey, it's not right for you to ask that. I am your father and I should not have put you in that kind of situation. I should have made you go out to let me get dressed. Sorry honey." "Please, Daddy…I've never seen one before. I just want to see what it looks like." Ok my cock was doing the thinking so I reached to where I had tucked the towel in and released it. Taking the end and bringing back over the other side I was now completely exposed. Where I was semi erect before I was now sporting a full fledged hard on. Her breathing was becoming erratic as was mine. She continued to look directly at my cock. "Can I touch it?" Without waiting for a reply she tentatively reached out and grasped my erect phallus in her small hand. I am not especially well endowed but her hand barely made it around the shaft. "It's so hard…and hot. Am I supposed to do anything else," she innocently inquired. I reached down laid my hand on hers and emulated a jacking up and down motion, to which she quickly caught on to. She turned closer to me which caused her short dress to ride high on her thighs. Her legs unintentionally had spread a little and looking down I caught a small glimpse of her little white panties. I gently laid my hand on her exposed thigh and lightly caressed. "Daddy, I've got those horny feelings again. Please touch me…please?" I did not hesitate now that she had given me the green light to touch her. I brought my right hand up until I was at the juncture of her legs and cupped her covered pussy. Her panties were soaked and belied the excitement within her. I dragged my middle finger up and down her pantied crack her hips were starting to undulate trying to scratch an itch she was not sure of where it had come. She was stroking me faster now as she became more excited. Her legs parted more to give me free rein on her nether regions. I took advantage and slipped my middle finger under the elastic at the leg and entered her juicy hole. Taking her natural lubrication I then drug my finger up to her clit and tweaked softly. Her hips bucked and she moaned loudly. I caressed and rolled her button for several seconds before I removed my finger. She moaned out of frustration her losing the direct stimulation that was resulting in her racing to a tumultuous climax. I was not going to leave her hanging! I reached up grabbed her elastic waistband and drug her soaked panties down her long gorgeous legs and removed them completely. I reached up removed her hand from my cock and dropped down on my knees in front of her. She had a surprised look on her face and she whispered, "What are you doing, Daddy?" "Daddy is going to make you feel good and lick your sweet pussy." I pushed her legs further apart completely exposing her tempting muff to my lust filled eyes. I leaned my head in and swabbed the flat of my tongue from her exposed asshole all the way up to her clit. She jumped when I touched the little button that was peeking out from its protective hood. I then extended my tongue as far out as I could and entered her juicy hole. I was tongue fucking her rapidly and reached in and pulled her hairy lips apart so I could tongue her deeper. I sucked in the whole canal of her pussy and created a vacuum that resulted in her love juices flow into my mouth. I rapidly swallowed and searched her hole for another sweet load. I was not long in waiting as her juices flowed like a river from her love hole and entered my mouth. Her hands reached down and pulled my head away from her pussy. I was disappointed that I was not allowed the climax that I was striving to get from her. She looked at me with the lust of a grown woman but the voice of her youth and innocence spoke, "Come lay next to me, Daddy." I reluctantly got off the floor and lay next to my naked daughter. She turned on her side and laid her head on my shoulder and with my heart filled with love for this young girl, my daughter I hugged her to me. I decided that talking was not a good idea so I quietly lay with my daughter lightly stroking her bare back. I could feel her exposed nipples poking me in the side and her pubic bush tickling my leg. But what I really noticed was her hand snaking down my chest until it reached my semi soft cock. It would not stay semi for long as she again wrapped her dainty hand around the shaft and with no direction this time she started to jack me off. Good, it felt so good. I did all I could to keep from cumming as I thought about other things. My mind was brought back to the present as I realized she had scooted down from my embrace and I could feel her hot breath on the tip of my cock. Oh. God she's going to take my cock in her mouth. I can't let her do that. But when I felt her tongue lightly licked up the small drop that had collected there I knew I was not going to stop her. She licked again this time on the underside up and over to the other side. Down to where the shaft meets the torso and back up again. My cock involuntarily jumped and I could her giggle under her breath. She grabbed tighter and lowered her open mouth. Her mouth was hot and wet. She licked as her lips closed and she sucked, as if I was a pacifier her tongue licking all around. She dipped her head lower and took half my cock in. I felt her gag a little but she soon learned to breathe through her nose and swallow as she lowered further on my pole. She developed a nice rhythm, sucking profusely on her way down and licking all around on her way up. She reached down gathered my balls and gently kneaded them in her palms as she continued her first blow job. My climax was accelerating and I leaned up to watch as my cock disappeared in her young mouth only to reappear shiny with her spit and the copious amount of pre cum flowing freely from the hole in the end of my painfully erect cock. I could feel her swallow every time her mouth was filled and that only intensified the way her tight mouth felt wrapped around me. As my orgasm approached I whispered, "I'm going to come honey. If you don't want to swallow my cum you better stop now." Her sucking slowed as she was torn between taking my load in her mouth or watching it flow from my cock. I'm sure she never thought this far ahead when she had decided to suck my cock so my warning came as a shock. Well it was decided because just then the first volley exploded in her mouth and she had to swallow or choke. She did willingly but then guilt set in and she removed me from her mouth and rapidly jacked me off. My hips rose and I was fucking her hand as the next squirt landed on my stomach and ran down her hand. She did not stop until the last of my come drained from the tip. She then leaned down and kissed the crown and released me. Candace Ch. 02 This is the continuation of the story entitled simply, 'Candace', which I respectfully encourage you to read before embarking on this journey. Enjoy! * Something unexpected had happened during my solo Saturday morning with Candace. I had an inkling after her invitation for the weekend's festivities had been tendered that the next forty-eight hours would be among the most exciting and explorative of my sexual life. Which, thus far, had certainly been true, and the real highlight of the weekend, the upcoming swigers' party, was still about twelve hours away. No, I hadn't expected this. I was honestly enjoying the company of Candace. One of the truisms of a beautiful woman, especially in a workplace environment, is that they almost constantly are forced to put up a facade of some kind or other, thereby disguising their innermost personalities, and often, their true, deeper beauty. Some choose to be overly flirtatious and use their sexuality in an overtly aggressive way to achieve their ascent up the business ladder. Others opt to be standoffish to most, understandably wary that any displays of sexuality will almost automatically be misconstrued and acted upon by unwanted suitors. It was true, on the surface at least, that Candace had indeed used her sexuality to at least maintain her job by being the chairman's sons' mistress. At least, that's what everyone assumed. Hey, it had to be so, right? After all, it was office gossip. And everyone knows that office gossip is based only on fact, not innuendo, hearsay, embellishment and jealousy. Right? Well, right? As Candace and I lay in bed that morning after the wildly entertaining foursome the night prior with preppy little Laurie Timmons and her talkative boyfriend, I was equally surprised by Candace's intimacy. She snuggled against me and drew her lithe body next to mine as we talked and learned about each other's lives. It was easy conversation, natural, relaxed, and I found myself hugging Candace more tightly in my arms, enjoying her touch, her scent, but mainly just enjoying her personality. I gazed at Candace admiringly as she lay next to me, without a hint of make up on her angelic face, and secretly marveled at her natural beauty. Candace's exterior beauty was undeniable by any man and almost all women, but I now saw a side of her that I never could have fathomed. She was now demure, vulnerable, yet witty, gentle, and most surprising of all, inquisitive. Most women who grumble about men's inherent failure to communicate might be surprised to realize that if they would only learn to ask their perceived cavemen a few general lifestyle questions that were not challenging or designed to evoke defensiveness, they may just get what they wish for. Candace knew how to push a man's buttons, all right, it wasn't hard to get them hard by merely using her astonishing looks. But, now, I was getting to know the person as well as the woman. And, I liked it. I liked it even more when she announced that breakfast would be served in bed this morning, and she bounced from the bed naked, giggling like a schoolgirl, as she headed towards the kitchen. My cock twitched back to life as I watched the creamy white taut globes of her ass cheeks and waited for the inevitable jiggle. Except, there was no jiggle. Just wiggle. Now, I thought to myself, when there is only wiggle and no jiggle, accompanied by a schoolgirl giggle, well, that is one tight ass and one fine morning for me. She returned a few minutes later with a pot of hot tea with lemon in one hand, and in the other she held a silver tray full of warm croissants, jellies and jams of various flavors, butter, and a small bowl of strawberries. She eased into bed next to me and broke of a piece of the still warm croissant and fed it to me, poking it between my pips softly with her fingers, and then moaned quietly as she let her fingers linger between her my lips, allowing me to gently suck them one by one. She withdrew her fingers from my mouth reluctantly and shimmied over to the side of the bed to reach for the tray, which gave me an unobstructed view of her pink labia as her legs extended over the mattress. She sensuously rubbed strawberry and grape jam on a croissant which she broke in half, applying the jams onto the soft bread with her tongue. With her free hand, she pushed my head back gently on the pillows which were propped up high on the headboard. With her other hand, she took the two pieces of croissant that were now covered with jam and her saliva, and placed them on either side of my now half-erect cock and whispered sexily, "House special. The hostess gets to eat you. You get to just watch." Who was I to bicker with the hostess' instructions? I did indeed watch as Candace moved the two soft pieces of bread and rubbed them up and down on either side of my cock, growing impossibly firmer with each stroke, the jam slathering onto my shaft, lubricating it with sweet, fruity nectars, as Candace swirled her soft, wet tongue onto my mushroom head and enveloped only my tip with her lips, sucking harder now as she more fervently rubbed the warm baked dough along my dick. I wasn't having breakfast in bed. I now WAS breakfast in bed. Candace did not make a sound, she simply locked her eyes onto mine, watching my reaction, which essentially wasn't necessary since my turgid cock was now becoming the proverbial pig in a blanket. She smiled, obviously pleased with herself, rightfully so, and reached once more over to the tray and smeared a big gob of butter onto her palm, but still continuing the cadence of her digital stroking with her other hand. She took her butter-covered hand and urgently began rubbing it up and down my shaft in a more expedient motion, while she sucked on my cock head more tightly, licking my hole with her tongue, sending me to the edge as quickly as I have ever experienced, virtually overwhelmed by the erotic culinary use of my dick, butter and jam now dripping from my croissant-covered shaft as Candace began to groan as she instinctively realized that hot semen lava was bubbling and steaming from within my swollen testicles, awaiting explosive, volcanic release. She shifted the bread from my pulsing cock, and cradled the sticky dough beneath my balls. She waited until mere seconds before perfectly anticipating my burst of seed, and just before I shot, she moved the pieces of croissant directly in front of my cock head, using the bread as a bulls eye, as I shot one, two, three, four, five hard, long, white milky bursts of hot cum onto the bread, watching amazed as my seed mixed with the jams and butter, and Candace took her palms and again wrapped the dough around my shaft, milking several remaining streams of sperm onto the bread, and then, incredibly, she raised the pieces of dough to her mouth and first licked the cum-and-jam-and-butter-covered bread, snaking her tongue all along the surface of the bread, before reaching up and stuffing the crumbling, saturated dough into my mouth, and followed that with her mouth covering mine in a hot kiss, tasting the exotic mixtures together. For the first time ever, I literally nearly fainted from the sensation of the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced, the sheer spontaneous and creative and erotic use of Candace's mouth and hands and body and beauty, but most of all, her mind, to think of something like that. I panted like a trapped animal, my chest heaving, desperately attempting to catch my breath, barely aware that Candace had again lowered her head and was now licking at the variety of juices that were seeping down from my balls and into the crack of my anus. I finally gathered the strength to utter, "If you're going to use that trick in your career as a professional escort, or even as a waitress, you're going to get a lot of gratuities." Candace never stopped licking my nether regions. She simply looked up at me with butter and cum and jam splattered on her gorgeous face and said something that very much surprised me. She indeed was full of surprises. "Actually, that's the first time I ever did that. I was hoping my new boyfriend would enjoy it." I gazed down at her, not quite believing her latest invitation. She finally raised her head and looked into my eyes intently, almost pleadingly. "I could use a nice boyfriend, John. Interested in applying? I like your chances." My response was to take Candace by the hips, raise her torso into the air, and place her down on her back on the mattress. "Let me express my interest in this way, please," I said, and lowered my own mouth to her body, beginning a slow descent to between her legs, licking and sucking on the smooth, soft, white skin of her navel and stomach, before reaching onto the bowl of strawberries on the dresser and grabbing three or four of the fruit. "We have another item this morning that is not listed on the menu. It's a special order," I said, smearing the berries into my hands. "We call it 'Hide the Strawberries'. Would you like to try it? It cums highly recommended." She propped her elbows up on the bed to observe, and taking that as a 'yes', I took my left hand and spread her pink, swollen labia apart, and placed pieces of the fruit on each of the tips of my four fingers on my right hand, and one-by-one, inserted my fruit-covered digits into various places deep within her love channel. Her pussy expanded in immediate response to the cool, juicy berries oozing into cunt, dripping deep within her hole, my fingers hooking upwards to smear the juice onto the spongy top wall of her vagina, lubricating her g-spot, and her own stomach heaved and her legs twitched as I felt the heat of her impeding orgasm emanate from her thighs, now wrapping instinctively around my head, and my lips lowered to begin to slowly insert the strawberries deeper into her sopping cunt with my tongue. I extracted two fingers from her contracting tunnel and placed them gently on top of her mound, puling her pussy lips open as I did so. I watched as the hood covering her clit was slowly peeled open to expose her glistening, hidden pearl, and with the same two fingers, I took her pretty, pink, swollen clit between my fingers and pinched ever so gently. The low guttural moans that came from above provided me with all the feedback that I needed that she was enjoying this addition to the menu. I continued the soft capture of her clit with my two fingers while rubbing her g-spot with a finger of my other hand, and licking her labia from her clit to the bottom of her love hole, taking the soft, pink, fresh, clean lips of her pussy within my lips, sucking, kissing, teasing. "Oh, my, fucking God, what are you doing, oh God, that's, oh, ah, my God, that's amazing, that's incredible, that's, oh, jeezus, oh, God, you're gonna make me cu, keep doing, oh, keep doing that, with your fingers, what are you doing, that's, OOOOOOOOOH, GODDDDDDDD, JOOOHHHHNNNNNNN...." A hot stream of white, milky cream spurted from a small opening between my fingers and plashed onto my face. It was hot, it tasted minty, it was soon followed by another, and a third, and a fourth. A squirter! Candace was a squirter! I felt like Magellan, discovering a brave, new world, as the beautiful woman writhed above me, my mouth momentarily easing its grip from her vaginal lips, allowing her to relax, but I kept my face buried snugly between her legs, absorbing the taste of her still dripping cunt, feeling the after-shocks, keeping her lips spread so that I could watch the fireworks show, close-p, of her pulsating cunt muscles contracting and releasing in a rhythmic dance, still seeping a thin stream of her ejaculate, strawberry particles and seeds and juices seeping from her hole, coating my face in a creamy, juicy love cocktail. I waited perhaps thirty seconds, ad then began a revitalized oral caressing of her vaginal canal, my tongue lapping at her opening, my fingers probing, and when I took my pinkie and coated it with berries and stuck if into her anus, her love dam burst yet again, splattering more cum onto my face, strawberries gushing out of her cunt in a small jet stream, her groans and exhortations bouncing off the walls, her hands gripping my head so tight. I thought for a second that the coroner would have a difficult time re-enacting this particular autopsy report: Death by strawberry strangulation. I finally wriggled my head mercifully from between her legs, and gasped for breath myself, as Candace's arms still flailed wildly into the air, her eyes rolled back into her head, still in the throes of small, orgasmic after-bursts. I crawled over to her torso and bean to lightly lick and suck on her bright pink nipples, rock-hard, but she pushed me way forcefully. "God, no, please, no, I need a break, please, just a minute, oh my fucking God, please, just a min...... oh..." I rolled back and watched her as she lay motionless on the mattress, paralyzed in ecstasy, her lungs still heaving for air, and her eyes were locked onto the ceiling, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably. I leaned up to kiss her on the cheek, and headed to the bathroom to clean the fruit shrapnel that had peppered my face in the cross-fire. "Keep an eye on that ceiling, Candace, don't let it get way, it's my favorite," I called over my shoulder. She broke out in exhausted, spontaneous laughter. "Oh, God, you are so much fun, ooh, Christ, I think I'm in love." I smiled at the satisfaction of knowing I had just provided this spectacular beauty with such carnal pleasure. There is no greater joy of sex, in my humble opinion, than making a beautiful woman cum on your face, again and again and again. I thought twice of entering the bathroom by myself, and instead picked her up in my arms and carried her to the shower, letting the warm water cascade over our bodies. Somehow, we mustered the stamina, no doubt fueled on by the adrenalin that only sensational sex can bestow, and alternated between tender lovemaking and prolonged stimulated fucking for close to another hour. And, we still had a party to attend this evening. I thought it would take a miracle for me to get hard again today. I panicked. Without a hard-on, whatever would I wear? Part three to soon follow. Candace Ch. 02 She came up and laid her head back again on my shoulder cuddled up and said, "I'm sorry Daddy I didn't swallow." Candace Ch. 03 Thanks for the feedback. If you haven't already please read part 1 & 2 A BIG thanks to wertmail for his editing expertise!!! * * * * * As Candace lay there her hand stroking my now flaccid cock I felt a pang of guilt. That however was abated as she whispered in my ear "I liked doing that, Daddy, I'm just sorry I didn't swallow your cum." "Honey, the first time is always the hardest when you don't know what to expect. It's really OK." I tried my best to comfort her. As I lay there content from the orgasm Candace produced with her sweet hot mouth I reached down and rubbed her bare skin. This produced a contented purr from Candace. I considered if it was appropriate to lay here rubbing her back and her lightly stroking my cock. I decided neither was in a hurry to move and as I continued to stroke her I noticed her breathing become shallow. She's fallen asleep, I thought. I had to pee so I untangled myself and went in to the bathroom. Standing there urinating I pondered again the earlier blow job and was surprised that I was again getting hard. I never was quick to recover but then I never had the opportunity to receive oral sex from someone so young; and my daughter to boot! When I was finished peeing I returned to the bedroom and watched Candace lying there sleeping. Mesmerized by her beauty I couldn't help but to feel I had somehow taken advantage of her. But she had been a willing participant so I shook the feeling and sat on the edge of the bed. Laying my hand on Candace's hip as she laid facing away from me I reveled in the soft skin that was my daughter. I gently stroked her smooth skin and felt goose bumps pop up. She shifted slightly probably because I was tickling her. She sighed softly and stretched her legs. I caught a brief glimpse of her coral colored pussy lips as they were peeking out from her thin thighs. I slipped my hand down from her hip to her ass crack and using my middle finger I gently lay a trail from the top of her butt to the moist warmth of her vagina. She moaned in her sleep like she was having an erotic dream. Her hips undulated slightly like she was looking for something. I was not ready to give her what she was looking for; I was going to tease her more as she slept. I never knew if she was a light sleeper but that was not going to stop me from teasing her. I then wiggled the tip of my finger into her cavern and rotated it around two or three times. She unconsciously pushed back against my finger trying without really knowing what she was doing to bury it deep inside her. I did not want to go any deeper so I removed my finger and flicked her swollen button. Her hips jerked a little more and her moan was much louder now. As I tweaked her clit again her legs spread further giving me easier access to her moist slit. I figured that would wake her up but she just moaned again and spread her legs slightly giving me permission in her subconscious to play with her more. I noticed the petals of her pussy were moistening and her breathing getting heavier. I decided to throw caution to the wind and with my thumb first finger I spread her dewy lips and buried my last three fingers in. I felt her cervix and I was not surprised at the missing hymen as she was athletic and was sure it had been ruptured from one her sports moments. I was not disappointed because I was sure she was still technically a virgin. From hearing her earlier talking to her friend Karen about boys she had confessed to not having been intimate before. That was an advantage for me because I would not cause her any pain when I buried my cock in that unused territory. The whole time I had these thoughts I had been fingering my daughter. I noticed her hips were keeping time with my fingers and her pussy was again dripping. I could smell her excitement and I realized I was again hard as a rock! I reached down with my other hand and spread the cheeks of her ass and peered at the little brown hole. I stuck my middle finger in my mouth for lubrication and forced in her chute to the first knuckle. She certainly was awake now as I heard. "Ohh Daddy that hurts, please take your finger out." As she said this though she backed her ass up more and my finger was then buried all the way in! She then pushed forward and down to where my fingers were also deep in her pussy. She got a rhythm going and I soon did nothing but let her fuck my fingers. Her pussy was overflowing and lubricating the finger in her ass so I decided another finger was in order. "Nooo, Daddy please no more, my butt is hurting so bad." I tried to remove my fingers but she grabbed my wrist and would not let me. I knew then she was a little afraid and ashamed that her ass could be an erogenous zone but she wanted to be fingered there so I capitulated. She was rapidly approaching her climax and I wanted her to explode with the hardest orgasm in her life. I finger fucked her faster and leaned over and captured her nipple in my lips and sucked hard. She was now all over the bed her hips flailing and her ass moving up and down in a fucking motion. "Please Daddy, you have to fuck me." Her voice barely audible I was not sure I heard her right. But she moaned it out again and it was then I decided I was not going to pass up her invitation. I pulled my fingers from her orifices and grabbed her hips. In a matter of moments she was on her hands and knees before me. Her wet lips and the tiny star of her anus were begging for attention. I scooted closer until the tip of my cock bumped the inside of her leg. She reached between her legs grabbed my hard-on and lined it up with her pussy. She stroked it a couple of times up and down her dripping slit for lubrication. She also rubbed her love button several times before pausing at the entrance to her canal. She was wet enough from our earlier foreplay that the mushroom shaped head slipped easily in her moist cavern. I felt the heat radiating from inside. I had to concentrate from blowing my load in her before I go to feel her tight depth. Her voice hoarse and barely a whisper as I pushed a little harder, "God Daddy, you feel so big. I don't know if I can take your entire dick." I was pushing into her slowly not because I have an enormous cock; it was because she was so incredibly tight. And hot. And wet. I grabbed Candace by the hips and shoved her back against me until I was buried fully in her. I felt like I bumped her cervix deep inside. "Oh, oh," she repeated, "your so deep, Daddy. It hurts but it feels good too. Are you going to fuck me now?" My throat was dry, my lips parched but I managed to squeak, "Yes, honey Daddy is going to fuck you good now." I withdrew until the head was barely inside before I plunged head long back into her. I heard the whoosh sound as her breath was almost taken away as my strokes were now faster. I latched harder to her hips. I pushed her away until I was almost falling out and pushed her back into me on the in stroke. My balls were beating against her button and she was babbling incoherently I fucked faster as my climax was building when I felt her reach back between her legs and diddle her clit. She would rapidly rub herself when I pulled back and she would reach back farther and caress my hanging testicles when I stroked back in. I leaned over her back until my weight caused her to be pinned face down on the bed. I pulled both her legs together and lay down on top of her. My legs were pinned close to her legs on both sides and I squeezed together until I had her immobilized. Her head was to the side so she could breath but my weight was making it difficult. She didn't complain she just lay there with her arms pinned against her sides and took what I gave her. This was a hard fast pistoning of my hips. I was fucking her for all I was worth and she took it. Although she was crying I knew it wasn't from pain but for the sheer pleasure of being fucked for the first time. "I'm going to cum, baby. You are so fucking hot." She cried louder, "Yes Daddy cum in me. Shoot you sperm in me. It feels so good. I'm close too, Daddy." I knew I shouldn't cum in her. I didn't think she was protected but God I wasn't thinking with the right head. I fucked her more aggressively not knowing if she would cum with me. All I could think of was shooting wads of cum deep in her as I slammed deeper and deeper. "Daddy, please put your finger in my ass," she screamed. "I am going to cum all over your hard cock!" I rose up enough and licked my finger searching for the tight pucker of her asshole. Finding it I plunged it deep within her bowels. I fingered her ass as she exploded. I felt her inner depths tightening and she cried, "Oh yes...yes I'm cumming and it's so good." I was there also. My balls drew up in the sack and belched out a long string of semen deep inside her pussy. I felt her juices bathe my cock as I shot volley upon volley of man butter. I pulled my finger from her tight ass and collapsed onto Candace's back. It was a minute or two before I realized I was crushing my daughter and I rose up on my hands and kissed the back of her neck. She whimpered lightly. I withdrew from her causing a sucking sound as my penis dropped out. She turned on her side away from me and I spooned up to her backside. I lovingly stroked her hair and planted little kisses on her neck. She sighed and spoke first. "Thank you Daddy. That was the greatest thing to happen to me." "No, baby it is I that should thank you." Candace Ch. 03 Please read Chapters 1 and 2 in this series before embarking on this literary journey with Candace and me and our new friends. It will be a wise and enjoyable use of your time, promise... * Candace and I somehow managed to keep our hands and mouths off of each other for the remainder of the day, and we found ourselves at the door to a stately Victorian home on the far southern end of Atlantic City, just across the street from the boundaries of Ventnor City. I didn't realize it at the time , but it would turn out to be Bill Hearn's summer home, and I soon learned that my boss was somewhat notorious within the lifestyle, in that sorta-kinda discreet way of theirs, for hosting such carnal group get-togethers. It also turned out that whatever anxiety I'd harbored about fretting over how to attire oneself for such an occasion was completely without merit. Candace insisted that I dress as I would for any other neighborhood cocktail party, so I was adorned in a pair of khakis and a light cotton sweater. Candace was in a playful mood, it seemed, so she decided to match my own wardrobe, and wore a preppy khaki skirt, tasteful and not at all revealing nor provocative, and a light cotton sweater of her own. Of course, Candace could dress in a potato sack and still attract the attention of half the males in Atlantic County, but the fact that she had not worn a bra beneath her sweater caused her pink, pert nipples to radiate like a police car's flashing lights in the cool ocean breeze. She was sex on a stick, and she was mine tonight. I also soon enough learned that there were quite a few plot twists that would unravel within the next several minutes. Candace was originally invited by her philandering now-former lover, Bill, to be his guest for tonight's swingers' bash. After their 'break-up' this week, both made unilateral decisions. Candace invited me to be her 'date' to try to extract whatever measure of revenge and jealousy that she could, while for his part, Bill moved onto the 'next best thing', which turned out to be my soon-to-be-ex-girlfriend, Sherry. I was blissfully unaware of any of this, though, as Candace knocked on the door, clutching my arm tightly to her chest, and I could feel the hard nubs of her nipples through her sweater as they raked against my skin. I did the math in my head quickly. Two hard, perky nipples on one arm equals seven-plus inches of instant erection. Try that in algebra class someday. However, when the door swung open and Bill Hearn stared out at us from his vestibule, I'm not sure whose face turned paler, Bill's or my own. After all, it's not every day that you show up to your married boss' house for a swingers party with his ex-mistress on your arm. My immediate mental reaction was to assure that I updated my resume on monster.com first thing Monday morning. Being the consummate cool, some would say, cold, manipulator that he was, Bill composed his emotions quickly and made a gesture for us to enter, no doubt so as not to cause a scene that may dampen the evening's activites for all. "Candace," Bill said icily, "What a pleasant surprise." Candace played along with Bill's contrived cordiality. "Hello, Bill." She grabbed me tighter by the arm. "I believe you know John, correct?" Bill glanced at me for only a second before mumbling something inaudible that sounded like it might rhyme with "What the fuck", before turning his attention back to Candace, surveying the spectacular body of his former lover, no doubt lamenting the loss. Funny thing about men, and this is especially true for rich and powerful ones, no matter how many women they have, they still hold onto the belief that their exes are still somehow theirs, only theirs. His gaze stopped on her chest, her amazing nipples poking through the cotton. "It must be very chilly out tonight, Candace?" Candace took me by the hand and eased past Bill into the foyer, saying over her shoulder, "Not really, Bill, it's actually quite pleasant. I guess I'm just very excited to be here with my new boyfriend, thanks for having us." Not to be outdone in his own house, at his own party, by his scorned ex-lover, Bill called after us, "Why don't you two wait here for just a second, so I can be kind enough to make an introduction or two of my own." He leered at me and grinned in his best Dr. Evil imitation. I half-expected him to curl his pinky into the crux of his mouth. We waited, and I was as uncomfortable as a fox at a basset hound convention, beginning to realize that I was just a prop for whatever sinister ulterior motive Candace had in mind this evening. Of course, I'd also just had the best twenty-four hour sexual escapade of my life because of Candace, so I wasn't going to do anything rash. At least until this weekend was over, anyway. This was an almost singularly unique occasion when Below-The-Waist John was actually making a decision in the best interest of Between-The-Ears John. These two internal committee members were constantly at quarrel, but it didn't hurt that Candace was lightly kissing my neck as she whispered into my ear, "I'm not going to be with any other men tonight, John, only you. And you can pick out any woman you want and we can share her. Together. Sound like a plan?" She rubbed the back of her palm across the seam of my bulging crotch, and the imaginary umpire within my head declared, "Play ball!" Candace was still kissing my neck and teasing my genitals, so she did not see Bill and his two guests come up behind her. However, she had to feel me recoil as for the second time within minutes, I felt the blood rush from my face in disbelief, and I half-shouted impulsively, "Sherry? And, Maureen?" Sherry and her younger sister stared at me emotionless, each arm-in-arm with Bill. It was obvious that Bill had already prepped them regarding who they were about to see. Me. With Candace. In Bill's house. Who was here with my ex-girlfriend and her sister. At his swingers' party. Again, I heard the surreal imaginary voice of a concessionaire's voice in my head, hawking his wares. "Programs, get your programs here. Can't tell who's fucking who without your programs." It was Candace who broke the ice, glacial as it was. She walked towards Maureen and extended her hand and said, "So you're Sherry's sister in from Chicago? You're gorgeous!" Candace took the surprised young woman's hand and then embraced her in a warm hug. Maureen tried to wiggle out of Candace's arms, clearly uncomfortable herself with this awkward setting. Hey, it's not every day you are introduced to your sister's ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend by your sister's new boyfriend. And boss. Got it? Maureen, who was beautiful in her own right, blonde and six-feet-tall, seemingly about five feet of it long legs, peered at Candace in a mixture of confusion and unmistakable admiration of Candace's own beauty, and asked quizzically, "How did you know I'm from Chicago?" I vaguely recalled once, in the not-so-distant past, Sherry telling me something about her suspicion that she thought her little sister might be bi. Hmmmm. Candace waved her hand cavalierly. "Oh, I think I overheard Sherry talking about it in the cafeteria yesterday." This was a master touch by Candace, serving to distract everyone from the acutely embarrassing and potentially volatile social quandary in front of us all. She continued, "I just love Chicago, you must tell me about Michigan Avenue and your favorite places to shop. Is Marshall Fields' still there? What is the Water Tower like these days?" Candace still had her arms locked around mine, and in one swift motion, she extracted Maureen from Bill's arm and took her by the hand and led the three of us towards the kitchen, leaving Bill and Sherry behind. Candace continued to gush at Maureen like an old friend, yapping away incessantly, and for the first time, I truly realized that Candace was not the dumb blonde that everyone seemed to think she was at work. She was brilliant, a master manipulator, a schemer, and on top of everything else, drop-dead stunningly gorgeous. The world could be her oyster, I thought. But for tonight, I was more than happy to be the fish she reeled in. Despite the shock of just seeing Sherry with my boss, I also realized immediately that I did not care. I subconsciously realized quite some time ago that Sherry's career would always come first to her, and if this was her way of chasing after advancement, well, it was a curious choice, but it was A-OK with me. Besides, in just over twenty-four hours, Candace had indeed fully captured my mind, my imagination. She was exciting, she was fun, she was beautiful, she was a world-class fuck, and she was probably very dangerous, but I was pushing my chips all in. Fuck it. I was along for the ride now. Play ball, indeed. And, just a few moments later, as I watched Candace and Maureen in the corner of the kitchen locked in a passionate kiss, their hands roaming liberally over each other's torsos, their pelvises instinctively grinding seductively into each others, I realized that Maureen was going to be playing ball on our team tonight. I reached into the bowl of condoms on the kitchen counter, grabbing a handful, and followed along like an obedient puppy about to be given his treat as Candace led the three of us to one of the private bedrooms upstairs, her hand sliding up Maureen's exquisite thigh, allowing me an unencumbered view of Maureen's glistening, panty-less pussy. Candace closed the door behind us when we reached the room, indicating that this was to be a 'private' party. That was just fine with me, as I had quickly become a proponent of the adage 'Three's Company'. Candace took the lead, as she was wont to do, and Maureen trembled slightly as her marvelous body became exposed. There is something about a tall, angular woman's body that excites me tremendously, and despite the fact that Candace was the most beautiful woman I had ever been with, I couldn't help but to find my eyes riveted on Maureen as Candace exposed her firm breasts sitting on top of an impossibly firm abdomen. As awesome as her sister's body was, Maureen's was even better. "Be gentle with me, please," Maureen whimpered. "I'm very aroused, but I've never done this before." Candace continued to lick her way down Maureen's collarbone to the top of her tits. "What have you not done before, baby, been with a woman?" Maureen leaned her head back and moaned softly in response to Candace's lips beginning to circle her nipples. She smiled softly. "I've been with women before, and I love men, but I've, um, I, never had a threesome before." Hearing this aroused me even more. Maureen continued, "I was just coming tonight out of curiosity and to kind of watch out for my sister, I really hadn't planned on this happening." She took Candace's head in her hand. "But you're just so beautiful." She leaned down to kiss Candace deeply, and the tent in my pants nearly burst at the passionate erotica just inches from me. When she broke the kiss, Maureen turned to me and said, "And I've heard all about that cock of yours, too, Johnnie boy. Personally, I think my sister is crazy for letting you go, but she has always been a career girl first." I didn't know whether to feel vindicated or saddened by this revelation from Sherry's sister, but I didn't linger too much on the premise, duly distracted when Candace and Maureen began to lick my cock together, quickly sharing my seed as it burst onto both of their beautiful faces within minutes of their dual oral administrations. As Candace and Maureen then turned their attention to each other, I left the room shortly thereafter to wander through the house, which I realized was taboo for a single man to do, but I was determined to act blisfully ignorant of the 'house rules' of the lifestyle if stopped. A door down the hall was left open, and I saw a small gathering of people spectating a foursome on the king-sized bed. I entered tentatively, and when I did, I saw Laurie Timmons on her knees, her tiny, tight ass being impaled from behind by Bill Hearn while her boyfriend Kevin was grabbing Sherry's pageboy haircut in his hands as she bobbed her head up and down on Kevin's big rod. I decided I'd seen enough. Why spectate when you can participate, I reasoned. I had the two hottest women at the party making love to each other, waiting for me, so I scurried back to the room. I soon had my cock buried deep in Maureen's velvety cunt while Candace finger-fucked her anus, and then I watched from the sidelines as Maureen brought Candace to another squirting explosion by the talents of her tongue. Candace told me later that it was the best tonguing that she had ever experienced. We invited Maureen back to our room at Caesars, but she politetly declined, explaining that she could not leave her sister behind, but Maureen did invite Candace and me to visit her in Chicago. We agreed that we would, soon, although we never did. At least not as a couple. I write this story months later, now living in Highland Park, Illinois, with my new girlfriend, Maureen. I took a new job and relocated there soon after my night at the swingers' party, realizing that the events that night were irreconcilable, at least as it pertained to my career. And, truth be told, I am very attracted to Maureen, she is everything her sister wasn't, kind, generous, and sharing. Fortunately, that includes her girlfriends, liberally, which is a wonderful incentive package. Sherry was soon thereafter given a generous severance package to leave the company, since Bill Hearn had made a 'business decision' to instead promote the perky and ambitious Laurie Timmons to the unofficial role as the company's 'social ambassador'. As for beautiful Candace, well, I thank her for giving me the weekend which will shape my life for years to come. And, if you want a date with Candace these days, well, you'll just have to go to Vegas to do so. But it will cost you two grand per night.