The Call Chapter 23 - California wines

I got a surprising call from Antonio. Not that he didn't call; it was his suggestion that was surprising. I'll let him explain.

"I have both a business and personal proposition for you," said Antonio. "How do you feel about Napa?" I admitted that I had never been there but loved wine, which got a laugh.

"Well, I have a friend that I met at wine competitions. They run an outstanding winery in Napa, but are very concerned. You see, the owner died and there is a concern about the children. None of them have a clue and they just want money. The property has an amazing house, which is for sale separately," he said. He gave me the address and I looked it up. Holy fuck, sold, and I told him that and he laughed.

"Yeah, I knew that would be your answer. What that listing doesn't say is they are considering listing the winery. I think you should make a preemptive offer. I'd keep everyone on. It will run itself. We will add their wines to our free wine program. What my friend doesn't know, that I do, is the winery next door is available but not yet listed too. I'd buy that too and combine them under my friend. Another death of the owner," he said.

"How much are they asking and how much would you offer. Include the house," I said.

"Ok, let me add that up," he said. "Asking for the first is $145M," he said. "Second one is bigger, but not as well run, so has more upside. Asking is $200M, but it comes with a 9,000 sq house." I looked that one up too, and it was damn nice too.

"Your friend can run them both?," I asked. "Can he supervise caretakers for both properties?," I asked.

"Ok, call your friend. Tell her to make anonymous offers for both properties but tell no one that the same buyer is for both, " I said. "Authorize her to go up to asking and that 10% of anything below that is a bonus to her. Same deal you have. Have her get the bank info and Jason will wire it today or tomorrow. Immediate close. Then rent a jet and you, Stella, Sophia, and her kids meet us there day after tomorrow. Ask Amai. She will arrange it. Have her call me when it is done. Sooner is better," I said.

"Antonio, Amy sent you a text to buy two wineries for this money before you asked," I said.

"That she did. Someday she will tell me how she knew," he said. "Every time I ask, she just smiles. Can she read minds?"

Not 20 minutes later, I got a call from an unfamiliar number that I thought was California. I answered.

"Seriously? You did good. Damn good. You have bank account info?," I asked. She read off two accounts.

"What? You can't be serious. I thought Antonio was kidding about that," she said. "You just can't be serious."

I laughed. "Watch me. Call me back when you get three confirmation texts," I said, then said goodbye and hung up. I called Jason and asked him to transfer $303M for the two purchases. I told him to transfer $8.4M to her account. She did really good, so I doubled the bonus. 4 minutes later I got three texts. A minute later Ellen called.

"No, no, this is my dream job. But that's double what you promised, and I thought you were kidding," she said. "Oh, and Antonio wanted me to tell you something. He said to use these exact words. I would love to give your entire family a special tour of the winery. I assume you know exactly what those words mean? It sounds like your family is a lot of fun. I've always loved kids." Yes I got her meaning.

"Oh we can't wait for those tours. We will all be there day after tomorrow, including Antonio plus four more from Italy," I said.

"Which leads me to your most important hiring role," I said. "Both houses need caretakers. Perferably a couple. They have to love family tours. Got it?"

She burst out laughing. "Oh I got it and I don't need to hire that many. The other house has caretakers. They're married and damn fun. Really really fun," said Ellen. "Now, the couple is two women, but one is MTF transgender. Is that an issue?"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Not at all, not at all," I said. "We will be bringing two of our most valued team members with us. They are as well. We love them in every way. By the way, we will discuss compensation when we get there. We, in general, pay well."

She laughed. "You just gave me an $8M bonus. Pretty sure you proved that," she said.

"So, a complete non-sequiter. What's the garage situation in both houses?, I asked.

"Both have climate controlled garages. The first is 10 cars. The second is 7. But that made me think. You're not planning on keeping both houses, are you?" said Ellen.

"Seriously? You'd do that? Antonio did say you were interesting people," she said. "Want to buy one more? The adjacent winery isn't for sale, but I'll bet they'd take an offer. They're hurting. Not the winery, the owners. It's about middle of the two, size-wise, but given their issues, I'll bet they'd take $125M. Oh I'm kidding but it is all true."

"Yeah, you don't know us yet, but I was serious," I said. "Text me the bank account."

She was fast. She text me the account and $105M. I sent the money and added another $2M to her account.

"Forgot to mention. You bought a 3rd house. Wonderful couple. Two men. Will fit right in. Bi." Oh goody.

"Hi, I just spent $400M. Bought 3 houses and three wineries in Napa. We are going out day after tomorrow. Antonio and Sophia and the crew will meet us", I said.

Yeah. I'd spent $400M. Her response was lunch. Part of it was that it wasn't that much to us. Most of it was she was amazing.

Napa valley, U S of A

We chose to fly into Sacramento. It is a little farther than San Francisco but a ton faster. With the time change, we got to the big house by 11am, in our little convoy, and went inside. Antonio and the Italian group were already there. Just as we walked in, Sophia walked out of the back of the house with a truly stunning woman. They were both flushed. Oh.

"Hi, I'm Ellen," she said. "I was just giving Sophia a tour." I just laughed and leered, which got a laugh from both of them.

"Wait," I said. "I know you. Swim team, USC, Olympics. 4 Golds and 3 Silvers as I recall." She looked a little embarrassed.

"Money. My parents passed away and I chewed up all my savings taking care of them. My education led me to this job," she said.

"Oh yeah. I'd need conditioning and a coach, but I'd be there in a heartbeat," she said. "But not if I had to give up this job. It's my dream."

"It is now a condition of your employment. Hire a coach. Hire an experienced assistant. Get ready. On our time. On our nickel. We insist," said Amy, clearly getting the idea.

"Listen, you have fuck you money now. We can't risk it. Need to tie you to us," I said, with a laugh.

"What's that involve? If you could build an ideal, one person training facility," Amy asked. Oh yeah, she gets it.

"One person. Wow, that's an odd question. Well, you'd need a decent sized building, because one person or a hundred, you need an Olympic size pool. Locker rooms, complete gym, training room." she said. "It's a big deal."

"So if you built that, you'd need what, a coach, a trainer, and what, a couple more people?," I asked.

"Well, I suppose, but just two really, a coach and a trainer, but who would do that?," she said.

"Different, but related question. If you were asked about the, I don't know, 4-5 swimmers that would be in the Oympics, but were in a similar situation, and you truly liked and trusted, who would they be?," said Amy. "And you know what we mean by TRUSTED, right?"

She laughed. "Yeah, I do. But that's a simple question. We have a small group of five of us that grew up in swimming together that are all out of it. Three guys and another girl, plus me. I think we'd all make the team, but...," she said.

"So how can this work? Are they allowed to get paid to train? What are the rules?," Amy asked. We're a team, you know. Fine with me if she led.

"Oh, that's a lot easier. Sure, they can get paid. Professionals compete now," she said.

"Shit. Honestly, it doesn't pay much," she said. "It's kind of a sad commentary, given what everyone makes on the sport, except the swimmers."

"OK," said Amy. "Here's the deal. You need to hire the best person you know. The person you would trust to run these wineries. Somebody special. I'm going to stop saying that, because you get that. Offer them stupid money to take the job. One more question, though. Is there someone special in the sport that has designed amazing training facilities?," asked Amy.

"Well, not really, but the five of us have a running joke. We've been designing that facility since we first started competing at 12. State of the art. Money no object. You know, your dream," she said.

"Got it," said Amy. "Call your friends. Offer them each $200K a year. Find a contractor. Take one of the other two houses, whichever one is best to build the training facility, and find the right spot and build that facility. Cost is no object. NONE. EVER. In fact, since I just asked you to hire someone to report to you to run the day to day, let's convert that house into a training facility. For this Olympics, it's the five of you. Sounds like you're close enough to share a house, right?"

"Perfect. Get your four friends here. Their job is to get the facility built. You join them as the team leader, as soon as your hire someone. That person reports to you," said Amy. "We clear?"

"Perfectly, but this is nuts. Nobody has that money. Our dream facility is easily $50M. Easily," she said.

"They do," said Chris. "Trust me. I'll tell you my story sometime. Let them do it. They want to."

"You're Chris Hayden. I've seen your commericals. The Hayden foundation is amazing. And you three, wait, I've seen your movie. Best picture and nothing else was close," said Ellen. "I remember the story. You three lost your parents, then Chris lost hers. Oh shit. I'll be damned. Holy shit." She turned to Amy and me.

"I accept. I also don't need to hire anyone. The person that runs the third winery you bought is AWESOME. She can run them all, and I'll help. We're the only two women in the area running wineries and we are the best. Period," said Ellen. "But I really meant you don't need to hire anyone. The couple that runs your third house is my ex-coach and ex-trainer. I helped them get the job. When they got married, the sport blackballed them. But you'll need to replace them. The second house is the right choice for the facility and the smallest."

"Why are you standing here?," said Amy. "Call her, tell her that she has a new job. Triple her salary. Call your friends, tell them too," said Amy. "Call your coach and trainer. Same $200K and they or you need to hire someone to replace them in their current job. Where do the others live?"

"They're all in LA," said Ellen. "Doing stupid jobs." Amy turned to Leslie, who nodded.

"Have them at the Burbank airport in 3 hours. Give Leslie their phone numbers. She'll text them where to meet the plane," I said. "Does that work?"

"Oh yes," said Ellen. "With what you just offered, they'd walk here. But meet the plane?"

"We flew out here. The plane is in Sacramento. It will take a bit to get there," I said. Just then I heard what was unmistakeably the sound of a good size helicopter.

"Maybe not," said Amy. "If we like that, we can buy it and Leslie can go get them in that."

"A Bell 525 Relentless. Setup in rows to hold 20. Not as luxurious, but I figured we needed capacity. Thought we'd use it when we have to land in Sacramento. We'll leave it there," said Amy. We all walked outside and it was BIG.

"But how did you get these cars here? You'll have to explain that. Oh yeah, I hope you like modern Ferraris," she said. "I forgot to mention that. The owner of the second winery was into Ferraris and some other cars. I made them include them in the sale. I found out there was a second garage, for a total of 13 slots. 11 are filled with cars. I know one is the modern GT40. Some are Ferraris. I think some Porsches. Here, I have the list", which she handed to Amy.

"You haven't even seen that house. Heck you haven't seen this house. Why don't you all go check out the cars and the other two houses. Let's meet at the second address on that list. I'll have Leslie land there. That's going to be our training facility. Luckily with the winery, zoning won't be an issue," said Ellen.

Leslie and Ellen took off for Burbank, after swinging by Sacramento to drop off the broker that ferried the helicopter. He was a little confused that Leslie was the pilot, but I gave him credit for rolling with it. Leslie had done a check ride with him and was all set.

The rest of us all headed off to the second house we bought. Turns out it was pretty nice. 7 bedrooms, 5 1/2 baths, 9,600 square feet, on 76 acres, not counting the winery. When we pulled in, two women came out to greet us. Oh yes, the caretakers. They shared their names were Lucy and Lily. I commented that they were nice names that complimented each other.

"Well, when I transitioned, I chose Lily, because it matched Lucy's name so nicely," said Lily. Well, I knew one of them was MTF transgender, but I couldn't have picked which one.

"I hope that doesn't shock you?," said Lucy. Amai and Juanita laughed, which got them a strange look from Lucy and Lily. Juanita stepped forward.

"I'm sorry, we didn't mean to be rude," said Juanita. "Amy and Bob and their family are the most inclusive people I have ever met in my life. They literally saved my life. Sometime over a nice wine, I'll tell you the story. You see I am also MTF, and so is Amai. That's why we laughed. Oh, you'll enjoy the hell out of this family. That got big smiles from Lily and Lucy. Me too, as I was imagining them in bed.

As mentioned, a 7 car garage and a second 6 car garage. We started at the garage. Well, you know us. The first slot had the aforementioned GT40. A modern take on the classic of which we owned two. The second slot was a Laferrari Aperta, that Amy says is incredibly rare. Apparently the newer version of our blue one. An 812 Superfast, which is supposed to be the fastest Ferrari ever built. A GTC4Lusso, which is this weird little 2 door station wagon. Not sure how else to describe it. A 488 Spider, and I do like convertibles. A Portofino, which was a hard top convertible. Then we went to Porsches. A new Cayenne Turbo, which is an awfully nice SUV, with 541HP. A Panamerca Turbo, which is a hot sedan, well hatchback. OK, they're weird. A 911 GT2 RS. Holy shit. That sucker is fast. A 911 Turbo S convertible. Did I mention that I like convertibles? The next slot had an SUV, but I didn't recognize it. Oh, a Lamborghini Urus. Decadenced in an SUV form. Wait, there was a 12th car. We looked at the list and Ellen had miscounted. These folks loved their SUVs. What was this? A Bentley Bentayga Mulliner. 12 cars, probably $5M. Nice and unexpected. Guess we didn't need to bring any. Maybe we'd take a few home.

We went into the house and wow, wow, wow. This wasn't even the nicest house we bought, and it was amazing. HUGE bedrooms, a giant pool, a complete gym. 9,600 well used square feet, done in a taste we like. Modern, but not too modern.

We found a large wine cellar, and the sellers had left the wine to us. Lily and Lucy were surprised they did too, but confirmed it was included in the sale. They were idiots. Antonio walked around and looked. He was pleased at the selection of our wines, plus their wines -- this was a working vineyard --, but there was a collection at the back that caught his eye. He was muttering to himself as he looked through them. There was even a shelf with a dozen cases of what looked to be older wines. I think he swooned. Can a guy swoon over wines?

"Holy shit," he said when he turned around. "Let me do a little math, hold on." He pulled out his phone to use the calculator app.

"I had to convert to dollars. Some of these wines are incredibly rare," said Antonio. "Read about them but have never seen them rare. They have three cases of a wine that was supposed to have been lost to time. Well, we found them. This is a rough estimate, but if it holds up, the wine in this room is worth just a little more than $40M."

What? $40M? How can that be? Did they seriously not know? Oh wait, this was another house where the father died and the kids weren't into wine. Holy shit. Well, we made a tidy profit. $5M in cars and $40M in wine. That's what they get for fighting and not appraising. I asked Antonio to pull a bottle of his dream wine and we'd take a break and try it.

"Are you sure?," he said. "Really sure? Most people would sell these, not drink them."

"Yep," I said. "We're drinking them. Pick out a wide selection for you and Stella to take home to enjoy. All your dream wines. Pretend they're free, because to you they are. But for now, pick the ultimate. The wine you never thought you'd taste. Let's open it."

"If you're serious, this is perhaps the most famous wine in the world. You have seven, yes seven bottles. This bottle is worth close to $1M. By itself," said Antonio.

We went out into the kitchen and found wine glasses and all sat around the giant table. There were 15 adults, including Lily and Lucy. Ellen lost out. I counted Morgan as an adult. She can drive. Close enough. Antonio lined up 15 glasses and poured. It wasn't much in each, but it was a rich, full bodied red color. I'm no expert, but it almost glowed. We all looked at him to take the first taste, which he did.

Yes, he swooned again. We all picked up our glasses and followed his lead with a small sip. Swooned is the operative word. I can't even describe it. I'm no wine guy, but am learning, but this was a small taste of heaven. OK, that sip was probably $10K but worth every penny. I heard almost everyone say things like "Wow", and "Oh my God", and even one "I can die now". That good. We sat around chatting until there was no more wine. Juanita told her story, as she promised to over a glass of wine. Everybody teared up, even those of us who had heard it. Antonio insisted on putting the empty on display. Hope the maid doesn't toss it. Lily and Lucy assured us they wouldn't. Before we left, I pulled Antonio, Lucy, and Lily into the wine cellar. No, don't go there, although I was tempted.

"Antonio, which of these are rare and which are just damn good?," I asked. He said it was easy to tell by the layout and showed us.

"OK, good," I said, letting Antonio go out with the group. "So, these wines, enjoy. A bottle or two a day, if you want. Restock when you need to. Enjoy. We pay well." and I named a figure, which got me big eyes.

"Plus full medical, and a whole host of other benefits. I'll have Jason, our financial advisor, call you and explain," I said. "Plus, we include a car, up to $150K each, including insurance, and all costs including gas. Last, setup accounts wherever you need. We cover food, drink, every day to day cost. We just ask that the house be ready when we, or our friends, arrive. Oh, and we won't be able, or want, to take all the cars, so please use them a lot, at least once a week each." They were stunned.

"Oh yes," said Lucy. "We can't wait. That Ruby is amazing and Luca, God, he can fuck me in the kitchen."

I laughed. "I do enjoy Luca fucking me, and Ruby's oral skills are amazing," I said. "Then again, her little pussy is tight." Lily and Lucy gave me big smiles.

"So, why don't you lock the door?," said Lucy. "You can fuck me while Lily fucks you."

"Sounds good. But why lock the door? If they come in, they can join in," I said. With that, I followed her suggestion. Who should walk in by Ruby.

"Ruby, get over here. Lucy wants to lick your pussy," I said, as we pounded our train. Ruby was naked in a flash and Lucy was going to town. It was spectacular. Ruby had clean up duty and cleaned up all three of us. Ruby ran out of the wine room naked. Well, I guess that set the tone, so the three of us did too. Yes, I got a big smile from Amy. Everyone was clearly enjoying the view, but no one moved. Leslie broke the freeze by coming over, dropping to her knees and taking Lily in her mouth. Most people just watched, but Amai stripped off and came over, hard as a rock. This time it was Lucy who was mesmerized and dropped to her knees and took Amai in her mouth. That was the show for now. Soon both Lily and Amai came, giving their respective partner a facial. We heard Luca yell "Clean up" and he ran over and did just that. Finally we got dressed, with lots of promises of more fun.

We needed to see the third house still. We didn't want to take all the cars out of the garage, but we did take the Urus, the Portofino, and Morgan picked the 911 GT2 RS. Well sure. She asked if it could replace the Toyota. Quite a leap, given they're close to $300K, but given we got it free, I told her sure. She was happy. She took Ruby with her. Why not?

We got to the third house, which I called Mama house. You know, Papa, Mama, and Baby. Goldilocks houses. Everyone groaned but it stuck. We got to the third house and it was huge. We confirmed the address and drove up. Two men in their thirties walked out, holding hands. They introduced themselves as the caretakers. I don't know if they were trying to shock us, but it didn't work.

Diego was about 5'10", Hispanic, with a wiry swimmer's body. Oh yeah, he was the former coach. I'd say he was late 30s, but would later find out he was 51. Damn. Seth was 48, 6'4", brown hair and hot as hell. He was the trainer.

"Well, boys, if you were trying to shock us by holding hands, it didn't work," said Amy, which got a laugh from everyone, including Diego and Seth. "I know damn well that given the opportunity you'd both fuck me. Consider any time your opportunity."

Chris, Morgan, Elena, and Ruby all chimed in with "Me too." That got a look at each of the girls by both men, especially Ruby. Yeah, their shorts tented.

Orlando, Gabe, Luca, and I all said: "Me too." That got a smile from them both, particularly Luca. OK good, they like them young.

"Absolutely," said Amy. "But why don't we chat while you show us around the house. Then maybe you can give a few of us a special tour." Oh yeah, they knew what that meant.

The house was fucking amazing. 9 Bedrooms, 13 full baths, 11,000 square feet on 19 acres. Seth shared the house was going to be listed at $26M. Well, I might have offered more, but glad we didn't.

We sent everyone else out to explore and you know what I meant by explore. Amy and I sat with Diego and Seth at the kitchen table. I ran through the same deal I gave Lily and Lucy, but mentioned they really needed to hire two additional people, as they'd be busy as coaches. I reminded them of our special requirements for team members, and they grinned and said they understood. They said they had the perfect couple if we didn't mind two more bi men. We didn't. We suggested we'd like to meet them and learn a little more.

"Well, Jorge is late thirties and an absolutely hunk. Sweet as can be. He'll actually help the team, as I'm sure he'll help design a weight lifting program for the swimmers. His partner is Max or Maxine, depending on the day and his mood. He's small and lithe, which is why Maxine works so well. Very artistic. He'll love the job as he'll have plenty to time to paint. He has a future in it. You should buy some of his works. They'll appreciate, I bet," said Diego.

Sounds perfect. We told them to let Ellen interview them and see if they could come to dinner.

"Any other suggestions? We need a couple for Ellen's winery too. I suppose it doesn't have to be a couple, but that's nice. You know the primary requirement," said Amy. They laughed and assured us they did.

"Well, we do know another couple. I guess a boy/girl couple would be OK?," said Diego, with a laugh. "But they're about as close to poly with us as can be. They're also a mixed couple. He's black and she's white. Any of that an issue?"

"Awesome. He's 6'3" of ebony fun and she is barely over five feet and tiny. Looks like a little girl. Barely any tits at all, but damn does she have skills. You'll love all four of them," said Seth. We suggested they invite all four to dinner, if they were available to see how they fit in. Diego and Seth both sent texts and go immediate confirmations.

"Oh we get that. Would you both like to fuck?", said Diego. We, of course, agreed. They offered the bedroom, and we said that would be fine, but Amy mentioned they chaise lounge by the pool looked comfortable. That got raised eyebrows, but they were clearly in.

We walked out to the pool and Amy started to undress. They weren't stupid, they just watched the show. I know I enjoyed it every single time. Once she was done, she undressed all three of us, leaving me for last. I thought I stood up pretty well, as I had been working out, and I did get some nice looks from both men. Seth had been smart enough to bring towels and lube. Amy got onto the chaise in the classic doggy position and waved for me to do the same. I was up for it. I always am. By now we did have an audience. Chris and Morgan stripped down, because, well, they were Chris and Morgan, and the men clearly enjoyed that show too. They stood next to each other to watch and Ruby and Elena got on their knees and licked them while they did. I think Seth swooned. Lots of swooning. Morgan came over and greased me up nicely, and Seth moved behind me while Diego moved behind Amy. They timed it, and slid in together. Seth had an average 6 inch cock, but knew how to use it. Diego was about 5 1/2, thin, and uncut, but must have had some serious skills, because Amy was moaning quickly. It was fucking hot and neither man lasted long, but both pulled out and covered our backs.

"We weren't sure where to cum," said Diego. We both assured them this was just fine, as Chris and Morgan came over to clean us off, then cleaned Diego and Seth off. I think they liked that, because they both got hard again. Chris pushed Amy and me off the lounge, yes pushed, and she and Morgan moved into the same position. Seth took Morgan and Diego took Chris and it was power fuck time. Fun as hell to watch. Both girls asked for them to cum in them. Once they did, Luca and Elena did clean up. There was a lot of lust directed at both of them.

We finally made it to Papa house, and wandered around, since Ellen wasn't back. This was clearly the Papa house. 11 bedrooms, 13 full and 3 half baths, 14,500 square feet, on 400 acres, and that didn't include the winery. Amai wandered off to find a place for this large a group to eat. Lucy, Lily, Diego, and Seth were joining us. So were the four potential hires. Just then we heard the helicopter land.

Ellen got off, followed by four people that were clearly athletes, then Leslie. We were introduced to Liam, Hank, Jared, and Katie. Wow. Four attractive young athletes. Ellen had made it clear they were all 'on board', and I couldn't wait. I think Orlando was drooling. Amai came in to tell us she'd found a restaurant.

"I found a place that can handle all 34 of us," said Amai. "It's supposed to be quite good. It's called Ad Hoc."

"Yeah, but not this Tuesday," said Amai. "They're opening just for us." All the locals looked at each other.

"How in the hell did you pull that off?," said Seth. "The owners are friends of ours, but they're kind of dicks."

"Stupid money," said Amai, which did nothing to answer the question. Finally Ellen asked.

"OK, I'll bite. What's stupid money?," said Ellen. This got a laugh out of everyone that we hadn't just met today. They all looked confused. Chris jumped in.

"Bob and Amy and the rest of us may look like poor white trash most of the time, but Mom and Dad have stupid money," said Chris. "That's our term for when you overcome objections, or accomplish the impossible, by wildly overpaying. I have no doubt that your friends opened their restaurant for a pretty big bribe." They all looked shocked.

"Wait," said Liam. "It just connected. I recognize you kids from the movie. Those characters were so real that I didn't connect it until now. I LOVE that movie." Well the kids just looked embarrassed. "And I love offshore boat racing. I recognize you two girls too, although I admit I would enjoy you more in the tankinis you always wear." They beamed at that.

"You'd enjoy us more out of the tankinis," said Leslie, which got a lot of raised eyebrows, and at least two erections. At least on our new friends. Lots of boners amongst our group.

"Well, maybe later you can show me," said Liam. Chris and Leslie immediately agreed.

"I look good out of my Speedo too," said Orlando. That got him a smile from a lot of people, including Liam.

"Surely you recognize Morgan," said Hank. "Really? What rock do you people live under? Morgan races. Well. She joined NASCAR late in the season and won 7 of the last 10 races. Now she is burning up IndyCar. She won the damn Indy 500 last weekend."

"But I'm a good fuck too," said Morgan, with a laugh. "And we have a little time to kill before dinner. Anyone want this?" Yeah, a lot of people did. We felt like we should really welcome the newcomers to our family, don't you know. Some groups quickly formed. Elena and Morgan went off with Liam. I hope he survived it. Leslie and Ellen wandered off, and I realized Luca went with them. I hope HE survived that. Chris grabbed my hand and told me she wanted to share me with Katie. OK, I could be convinced. The last thing I saw was Amy heading off with Diego, Seth, Orlando, Hank, and Jared. Seriously. All of them. Five on one. What's amazing is they'd all come out worn out and she'd be bright and chipper. I knew it.

I could go into the details, but you know, we fucked and sucked. Leslie and Katie went down on me together, which was hot, then hopped into a 69. That left Katie, well, open to me if you get my drift. I alternated sliding into her and offering myself to Leslie's amazing mouth. They both went off and I couldn't hold back. I didn't know if it was OK to cum in Katie so when I pulled out, Leslie took it all in the face. Sorry, Leslie. She just laughed and invited Katie to clean her up and, oh, she did. I got most of it back in an incredibly sensual kiss. Mmmm.

Finally we went off to dinner in a collection of cars. Since we had the whole restaurant, and therefore the whole parking lot, we decided to have fun. First we went to Baby house, mostly to check it out as a place for the training compound and for the newcomers to drop their stuff. Seth and Diego joined us at that house. Damn, I have to be specific which house. The four newer newcomers were meeting us at the restaurant. Ellen would move in to Baby soon, as her lease was about up anyway. Lucy and Lily were thrilled to have not only people living in the house, but people with whom they could play. Yeah, we were like that. We put up the garage doors and everyone ooh'd and ahh'd on the cars.

"OK," said Amy. "Time to clear something up. We don't have employees in our family. Not a single one. We have family members and sometimes our family grows. You've met some of us, and that includes Antonio and Stella. You've met our newest family member, until today, Amai. Oh, can't forget Sophia. Their family is our family, which is why you see people's kids like Luca and Elena and Gabe and Ruby. Family is family. Blood isn't a requirement and beyond a very few of us, blood isn't our bond. There's a reason for this pompous speech. Families share. Families don't ask permission. Families do treat each other and their property with respect, but that doesn't feel like an issue with anyone in this group. So, Ellen, Lily and Lucy, Diego and Seth, Ellen, Liam, Hank, Katie, and Jared, wecome to the family."

"To drive that point home, the keys for all these gorgeous vehicles are on the wall. We have an entire parking lot tonight, since we have an entire restaurant. Let's make a convoy. If you have a license, and want to, grab a car. Take some old friends or some new friends. Let's make sure all the kids get there, but they can ride with anyone they want. Get to know them because later you'll probably REALLY get to know them, although for some of you, you already have," I said. "Every one of you I just named has a car allowlance, up to $150K. Doesn't mean you can't drive these. They're not meant to sit in a garage. Swap them out. Drive them. Go to the Walmart in a Ferrari. Why the fuck not." Yes, we got puppy dog eyes from most of them.

"That applies to the houses too," said Amy. "Have friends over. Have fun. Don't ruin the carpet." That last one got a laugh. "This particularly applies to Lucy and Lily, the only remaining caretakers but hopefully we will fix that tonight. I suspect we will, as your recommendations carry huge weight. These are not homes that you work in. They are YOUR homes. Treat them that way. Oh, one last thing. Ellen, find a helicopter pilot, our kind of helicopter pilot that is based in Sacramento and put them on retainer. When friends come visit without a pilot, we'll need them to have rides here. Don't hesitate to use the copter yourselves, whenever you want."

Amy actually got applause, which was hilarious. She did a deep bow, which given she was wearing a loose tank top, meant she just flashed her tits at all of them. I heard at least one small gasp. Yeah, they were gasp worthy.

Yeah, I drove the Ferrari convertible. The Portofino. You live an odd life when you say Ferrari convertible and then have to qualify which one. We had enough drivers that the kids did spread out. I suspect some of those pairing would go late into the night. I did see Liam and Katie have words over which car Luca would ride in. I saw Ellen walk over and sweep Elena up into her arms and carry her to the Urus. Well sure. She was a cutie.

We got to the restaurant and were welcomed with open arms by the owners, Carlos and Ian. Diego and Seth had shared they were married and both douchebags. Is that different than dicks? They did say they were 'safe', as they'd been to parties where they had, um, participated. Anyway, they were nice to us, as they were business owners and not stupid. We invited them to join us for dinner. They appeared to have a great time and were engaged and nice. Finally, Ian asked if he could speak to the group.

"First, welcome to all the newcomers to the area. Consider this an open invitation to our restaurant. We're having a great time, and have made new friends," said Ian. "Second, I want to, on behalf of Carlos and me, apologize to Diego and Seth. Our social circles overlap and for some reason we didn't click and honestly it is probably our fault. We were dicks. We apologize and hope you'll be frequent visitors too."

Well, that was nice. I thought maybe it was time to be nice in return, but Amy beat me to it. She shared our 'free wine to give out free program' and included both our new local wineries and our Italian ones, and upped it to 2 cases. Well that makes sense. So many choices. She asked about an assocation, both here and in San Francisco. This was the first Ellen heard of the program, but she loved it and promised to reach out to both groups. Amy said that was great, and if they'd like to meet personally, she could as she'd be in San Francisco on Thursday. Wait, she'd be in San Francisco the day after tomorrow? Willing to bet I would be too.

"Wait, you just named wines from seven different wineries. Four in Italy that are simply amazing, and three here that are the best in Napa," said Carlos. "How can you give away wines from all seven?"

"What!?!," said Ian and Carlos together. I wanted to shout jinx, but restrained myself. "You own ALL SEVEN wineries?"

"We carry wines from all SEVEN, but honestly, some of them are too expensive for our clientele. I'll bet we will see a ton more if we can give samples of a $3000 wine," said Ian. "Damn. I like you people."

"Great!," she said. "We have a large group. Break out your favorite from all seven. Pop those corks. Now everybody, it's up to you to stay under your limit. No one drives drunk tonight. If you don't want to drive, just say so. We'll leave your car here and double up. If we can't, we'll Uber. No mistakes. Ever. That's something that could get you expelled from the family."

It was my first taste from our new wineries and I, like everyone else, was careful. Fuck they were good. Different than the Italian wines, but just as good. Ian shared that the seven bottles was over $25,000. We laughed. He was surprised we laughed.

We finished up and were headed out. I suggested we all meet at Papa for some after dinner games and invited Ian and Carlos. I knew what I meant, but our newcomers didn't. They'd be happy. It was a pretty big group. What to do, what to do.

We decided to just draw for matchups. It's pretty simple. Everyone writes their name on a 3x5 card and they go into a big bowl. We draw a name, and that person decided how many people they want in their group, up to four. Then they go play. I started to go through all the matchups, but honestly a lot of attractive and fun people fucked and sucked with a lot of other attractive people. You didn't think they went back into the bedrooms, did you? No, this was a spectator sport. Fun to play. Fun to watch.

Pacific what? Pacific heights

"Mom," said the little girl in that whine that you can only here from a preteen girl. "We don't need a babysitter." The boy just looked disgusted.

"I'm sure you don't," said Amy. "But then we wouldn't get to meet you and have you show us around your beautiful city. Your Mom is going to show us a nice house we might buy and you are the first people we've met. We have four kids, and a couple are close to your age. We have two daughters that are 11. We also have a 13 year old son and a 16 year old daughter. They'd love to meet you."

The kids beamed. OK, I am pretty sure the boy beamed because Amy had bent over to shake their hands and he had a shot down her top. Oh, no, that's why the girl did too. Interesting. We found out they were Carter, who was 10, and Caroline, who was 9. They were fucking adorable and did brighten up. Once the situation had calmed down, we headed out. Audrey said she had four houses. Two in the Presidio and two in Pacific Heights. Neither neighborhood meant anything to me, but Amy reacted positively. If she wanted all four, I was all in. Audrey did share the last one was awfully expensive.

The first house was in Clay park. Only 6000 square feet 5/4.5. Amazing view of the Golden Gate bridge from the master. I loved that, but was it too small for us. OK, that makes me laugh a little. 6000 square feet is small. Ain't we somethin' somethin'.

Next house was a 7/5.5 6500sqft. Oh I liked it better. $16.5M. The views. Oh the views. The furnishings were horrible and overdone but the house was nice and simple. It moved into first place.

Fourth we were going to buy. Pacific Heights, so a sought after neighborhood. 8/7, 14,000, $36M. Amazing view. Not as close to the water as I would have liked but very cool. Hardwoods throughout. Four stories including a guest suite, with kitchen, in the basement. We might offer that to a caretaker. On a large corner lot, which was clearly rare. Oh and a 6 car garage. We love garages. Ok, that was just my opinion. I'm just along for the ride.

"Before you decide, there is one more thing I want to show you," she said. We took the elevator to the roof. You knew where had to be an elevator, right? Oh my. A rooftop garden, when an amazing seating area with an incredible view. We walked towards it and there was something painted on the roof. Oh shit. A big H.

"Really?," I said. Just then I heard it. Whoop whoop. I knew that sound. Coming in from the direction of the hotel was a big helicopter. Yep, knew that helicopter too. We moved out of the way and Leslie kissed the roof and shut it down. She opened the door and got out.

"Hi," said Leslie. "Bought it yet?" We laughed. She went on to say that Audrey had texted her with the load specifications and she had confirmed it could easily hold this helicopter. She said she was going back to Papa and just to text her when she should come back. She said to give us a half hour and to let her know where to land. I suspect she knew the answer to that. She took off with that. I think Audrey just wanted to show off. The kids were both stunned when they met Leslie and found out she was 11. The whole 'I don't need a Nanny at 10' thing was going to be tougher for Audrey.

Well, that IS a nice feature. So much for Sacramento. We'd be flying into SFO. Have to remember to tell Ellen to find a San Francisco based pilot instead. We sat down on couches overlooking the view, still outdoors.

"It's a long story," I said. "We purchased a group of wineries in Napa recently. Three of them. Each came with a fairly large house. One really big, one big, and one almost as big. Papa, Mama, and Baby. She and the kids all laughed.

"You bought three wineries, each with what I suspect would be considered a mansion," said Audrey. We both just shrugged. "Which ones?" We named them.

"Damn," said Audrey, startling her own kids. "Those aren't just any wineries. Those are the creme de la creme. They battle for the top spot in every wine competition, usually with several wineries in Italy. The French sometimes, but California and Italy are passing them." She named three Italian wineries that were the most competitive.

"Shit, fuck, wow," said Audrey, much to the delight of her children. France. Why don't we own any wineries in France? Must talk to Antonio.

"Typical California," said Audrey. "Divorce. Neither could afford it alone. Most of their savings to lawyers. This is actually owned by the bank. Most would consider it a foreclosure but we don't use that term for houses like this. Been on the market for 8 months. My take is the bank wants to move it. They heard I was showing it and called me to tell me they were 'open minded' especially for a cash offer. Not sure what open minded means."

Amy got her phone out. Pretty sure she was texting Jason. Sure smiled and turned around.

"Call them," said Amy. "The is an escrow account in their branch tied to this property. They are authorized to release it if they accept it as payment in full with occupancy today. That's all on the account."

"How much?," sai Audrey. Amy just smiled. Audrey laughed and called her contact.

We heard her side and the other guy was arguing. Audrey held firm. We heard one final word that came through clearly.

"The home is yours," Audrey said. "You stole this place. Cash in his branch was just too tempting. They'd had no offers. Not one. I am stunned. On a positive note, I just made a over two million dollars. Why don't you let me make us all lunch at my place. The kids would love to get to know you better."

We drove to her place. Amy had me sit in front with Audrey and she sat in the middle, with Carter on one side and Caroline on the other. After we'd gone a little ways, I turned around to say something to Amy. She was leaning back, with her eyes closed. Caroline had her hand IN Amy's pants and was clearly pleasuring her. Amy had her hand on the outside of Carter's pants, but was stroking up and down his hard cock. Suddenly I heard him moan, and a wet spot grew. Then I heard Amy moan. She can be pretty quiet, but she was bucking againtst Caroline's hand.

"Oh good," said Audrey. "You're getting to know the kids. I can't wait to get to know you better myself. Glad we didn't misread you. I can't wait to meet all your kids." With that she reached over, I thought to put her hand on my leg, but she skipped right past that and stroked my very hard cock. Oh, I liked these folks.

We got to her place. It was an apartment, but a nice one. She must do OK as a realtor. Well, I guess she did earn a couple million today, but that can't be typical. She shared that she was a single Mom, and that the Dad was not in the picture at all. It made it tough, and we understood it. She did ask how we could possibly have kids that old, and, for that matter, afford anything we owned. We gave her the spiel. Then we found other things to do.

They started shedding clothes as they walked back to Audrey's bedroom. Carter and Caroline were just as adorable as we expected. Carter had recovered quickly. Oh, we were naked by the time we got to the bedroom too.

Damn, that wiped us out. They were, um, fun. Watching Carter with Caroline was delicious. And after, Caroline was, well, delicious.

"Nothing special," said Audrey. "I cancelled all my appointments, as I don't expect the Nanny back."

"Great!," said Amy. "Each of you pack a small bag. You can come spend the day with us, and meet the kids." The kids jumped up and down, which was a wonderful sight, given they were both still naked. They ran off and Audrey got up to pack her bag, while Amy and I relaxed on the bed. It was fun to watch Audrey pack, also naked. I was going to do her again soon.

"Can we please stop in," said Amy. We pulled in and parked and walked in the showroom. Amy looked around. I know she was thinking SUV. Over in the corner was a display with a big sign that said AMG. We walked over and under the sign were several models -- a GLS63, in white, an S65 sedan in dark blue, and an S65 convertible in matte white. Oh the matte white was gorgeous. A salesman came over and was quite friendly. Score one for this dealership.

"Yes, the GLS63," said Amy. "I like the white, but do you have any other colors in stock?"

"Yes, two more," he said. "One in blue and one in burgandy. They're both quite sharp."

"This is Pacific Heights. We order them with every available option," said the salesman.

"Will you do a package price if we buy more than one car?," said Amy. His eyes got big, and he looked at all three of us, and the kids. I don't think he was quite believing. Amy walked over and looked at the sticker on the GLS63. Right at $150K. They were loaded. She then looked at both S65. Really? $270K. X2. She looked quizzical for a second, but I knew she was doing math. $150K*3=$450K+270K=$720K+270K=$990K. At least I think that is where she was going.

"OK, here's the deal," said Amy. "I'll wire the funds in right now, if you can deliver them up the hill to our new home."

"By my calculations, the two S65s and all three GLS63s come in at $990K. If you'll take $850K, you'll have the money by the time you wash the cars. Just need the banking info," said Amy. His eyebrows shot up, but more in disbelief. She pulled out his phone, and he was at least game. She pulled up the app, filled in the info and clicked send. It wasn't two minutes later that a man literally ran out of the corner office towards us.

"Depends on whether you accept the offer and can deliver them up the hill in 30 minutes or less," said Amy. What are they, pizzas?

"We do and we can," said the manager. "For sure." With that, we did introductions.

Audrey parked in the garage. It was a big garage, but with what Amy bought, the garage would be full now. Not sure why she bought so many, but we likely would be entertaining here. San Francisco is quite nice. We texted Leslie, and sure enough, 30 minutes later we heard the whoop whoop. She landed just after the cars arrived. We waved them into their spots and thanked them. They had someone follow in another SUV, so didn't need rides. We were out on the sidewalk when she landed. Lots of raised eyebrows, for sure. Amy pulled out her purse, and tipped all 6 drivers $100. Each. Ever the generous one. None of us even commented on the fact that a large helicopter just landed on our house. It is just our normal. We locked everything up and took the elevator to the roof. Yes, it went all the way from the garage to the roof. It was a tight squeeze, and Caroline spent the entire ride rubbing my cock, so when we stepped out on the roof, I was visibly hard. She took care of the on the ride to Napa. How thoughtful of her. Nothing like a blowjob from a 9 year old while riding your helicopter to one of your wineries. Our life was unbelievable.

We got to Papa mid-afternoon and introduced everyone, then got to know each other better. Our new swimmer friends were over too. It was quite an afternoon. There was cum everywhere.

Amai wandered in and mentioned that she had reservations at 7 for the entire group at someplace called The French Laundry, in someplace called Yountsville.

"You got reservations for this large a group there?," said Audrey. "How is that possible?"

"You win the prize, and I'm the prize," said Amai, getting laughs from all and a leer from Ellen. Oh that would happen. This, of course, confused the newcomers and Amai had to explain stupid money. They'll learn. We left for dinner and took another caravan, although maybe packed a little tighter. Of course, Morgan took the 911 GT2 RS again. The only reason I mention it was that I was standing at the valet stand when she pulled up and got out. The valet manager turned to me.

"Did that little girl just get out of a $300K car? That's fucking nuts. Parents these days indulge kids that barely even know how to drive. That's fucking dangerous," he said. I couldn't stop myself, I burst out laughing. He gave me an angry look.

"Are you serious? That little girl could drive rings around you. That little girl won 7 of the last 10 NASCAR races. That little girl won the IndyCar Grand Prix in St. Pete. That little girl won the fucking Indy 500," I said. "Before you spout your fucking mouth off to her FATHER, you should know what the absolute fuck you're talking about. Google Indy 500 winner. When you do, come in the restaurant and apologize. Maybe she'll forgive you and you can get an autograph. Oh, and that LITTLE girl, won the Best Supporting Actress this year. Little Girls are powerful young women and don't you fucking forget you shit. Also probably not the best thing to say to the guy for whom this restaurant opened tonight."

He looked like I hit him. Well he would have deserved it. I walked away, with my arm around my LITTLE girl, and he pulled out his phone. Fuck him.

I gave him credit. Not five minutes later, he came up and asked if he could speak to me. He did apologize. I let him off the hook. I'm sure there are parents that buy stupid fast cars for inexperienced drivers. He just shouldn't generalize.

We had a wonderful evening and really got to know our newest team members. Ellen had a few more to hire, and we hadn't met her new winery manager yet, but we would. We were certainly excited about the purchases. Good wine, new friends, wonderful new places to visit. A win-win. We had a nice night, went to bed a bit early.

Karaoke? Well sure

Some of us flew over to the San Francisco house in the morning. We had never explored SF, so this seemed like a good time. Antonio and Stella stayed to work with Ellen. Sophia and her crew came with us. Let's be honest. Sophia.

In a funny twist, Audrey's kids, Carter and Caroline, ended up with us for a couple days, for Thursday and Friday. Audrey had appointments and the Nanny was still sick. She was lamenting what to do on Wednesday night, as the client was, as she put it, stuffy.

So Amy, Sophia, and I were in charge of Carter, Caroline, and Sophia's two, Luca and Elena. Of course our four, Amai and Juanita, plus Ruby and Gabe. I guess Juanita was in charge of Ruby and Gabe, but they didn't need much. Our kids are just small adults. But by most measures, five adults and ten kids. We had to get out of the house and do tourist things, or it would kill the adults. Oh, we'd die happy though.

The kids did all the research. We were just along for the ride. Most parents would be needed to drive or pay. They didn't even need us for that. The one they laughed about the most was a rocketboat ride across the San Francisco bay at speeds up to 55mph! 55. Creepin' along.

We spent most of the first day at Pier 39. There was a lot to see and do. We rode the carousel. Repeatedly. We spent hours at the Aquarium. It made me realize that our Florida house really needed a big aquarium. I'd make a note to find a service. Hell, I'm not cleaning up fish poop. We watched the Sea Lions. We shopped for overpriced crap. Yeah, the adults wanted souvenirs. The kids didn't care.

We had lunch at In-and-Out burger. Heaven sent burgers. They really needed to expand to Florida. Hmmm. Note to self. For dinner we went to the Crab House. Our body clocks were still messed up, so we went early even for us and it wasn't busy at all. The service was truly outstanding. I noticed that when Bob paid, he used his credit card, but left a cash tip. Yeah, $300. I love that man. He even made sure that the waitress got it, not because he wanted credit, but we all know it would have gone missing.

We were still wired, but tired, so headed back to the cars. When we were almost there, we passed a bar called the Gold Dust Karaoke & Bar Lounge. The kids insisted. We walked in, but a man came over and said that kids were not allowed in the bar during karaoke time.

"Are you sure?," I said. "Really sure? Take a look at the kids. A close look." He looked at me funny, but did as I asked. The four youngest didn't get a reaction, but then he got to our four. We need to find a way to convert eyebrow raises to electricity. We'd be rich. Rich I say. Yes, he recognized them, and immediately took our entire group to the front of the room and helped us push tables together. I guess the 'no kids come in or sing' rule was off for the night, huh? The kids immediately started discussing who was going to sing what.

I noticed something else. They had a nice wine display behind the bar. There were at least a half dozen bottles of our wines. Our expensive wines. At a karaoke bar? I wandered over and chatted up the bartender. I was wearing a tank top and leaning over the bar, so he had a bit of a tough time concentrating. Yeah, I did it on purpose. It makes me laugh and I take it as a compliment. I wonder if there is some place private in this bar? I'd do him.

"Yeah, they've been there a bit," he said. "The owner wanted to class up the place with fine wines, but it has been a fail. I don't think we've sold a bottle. The cheapest is $2500, so they won't fly off the shelves." I talked to him a bit about what they had from which wineries. I realized this was a bar, not a restaurant, so they didn't get free wines. That was probably OK, as this really wasn't the right crowd, but fuck it, let's make it a night to remember for the customers.

"OK," I said. "Let's whittle down your inventory." I rattled off fourteen wines, slow enough so he could set them on the bar. I gave him credit, he actually did it without commenting. I think it gave him a nice view of my tits with every bottle.

"Can I open a tab with this?," I asked, handing him my Black Amex. His eyes got big (there is electricity there!) and he assured me I could.

"OK, put these fourteen on the card," I said. "Then offer a free glass of any of them to everyone that comes into the bar tonight. If you run out, keep pulling these fourteen and add them to the card. One glass per customer, no more, but offer it as two half glasses so they get to taste two. I'll bet you that by the end of the night, you've sold a minimum of a dozen full bottles."

"Wait, you're serious?," he said. "That's at least $50K in wine, and you're making it bottomless? This is a big night, and it will get bigger when word gets out. This could EASILY hit a quarter of a million. That's when we'd run out of these wines." Hmm. They'd run out.

"Sure, but we have a lot of these. If you're serious, this could hit a cool million," he said.

"OK, cap it a million and have fun," I said. "I'm willing to get these will get you some phone numbers and you'll get laid."

"Probably, no definitely," he said. "Can I start with yours?" I laughed, but gave him credit. Hit on the rich chick.

"No," I said, much to his disappointment. "I don't live here, so there really isn't a point. Any chance you have someone that can cover the bar for a few minutes, and a private place we could fuck?"

Blunt, I'm blunt. He generated a few kilowatts with those eyebrows, and called someone over and told them he was taking a break. I followed him and as I did, I caught Bob's eye. He just smiled. I love that man. We went into the back, into an office, that conveniently had a nice leather couch. He closed and locked the door, and by the time he did, I was naked. He liked that. He liked that a lot. He stripped pretty quickly, and I pushed him onto the couch and got on my knees. My knees -- you know what I did. It wasn't like I had to get him hard, as he already was. A nice, thick 7 inch cock. I didn't suck him long, as with my skills he would cum, and we didn't have time for that. I sat next to him on the couch and pointed at my pussy. Then HE was on his knees and let me tell you, he had both skills and enthusiasm. I didn't take long and went over the top. Repeatedly. Finally I pulled him up, by his hair, and he got the idea. He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and buried himself in me. Oh, and he knows how to play with a clit. Quite well. I didn't last, and rode the wave. He was even polite enough to ask where he should cum.

You know the answer to that. He came deep inside me and it was a lot. This was just a nice, pleasant fuck. He pulled out and started getting dressed. I just laid there for a minute.

"Send my husband in," I said, in a voice huskier than I intended. He just smiled and left, and not three minutes later, Bob came in and quickly locked the door. I was still naked, on the couch, with my legs spread, dripping a little. He clearly enjoyed the view.

"Fuck me. Hard and fast. Cum in me," I said. And he did. Oh yes he did. He LOVES sloppy seconds. By the time he filled me up, I'm surprised I wasn't dripping everywhere. He got on his knees and I knew what he was going to do, but I stopped him. I had him slide my panties on, covering my double filled pussy. I was wearing these loads home. Bob couldn't stop laughing. He loved it too.

Damn, I needed a nap, but we went back out to join the family. All eight kids were on the stage, doing a rousing Bohemian Rhapsody, and had the entire crowd singing along. It was loud and glorious. Once they were done, all the kids except Orlando and Morgan sat down. They did a version of of Camila Cabello's Havana, to many cheers. No one in the bar lined up to sing. They all just enjoyed the impromptu concert. The four youngest kids got up and did Don't Go Breaking My Heart and it was incredible. Simply incredible. I think they might have gotten the biggest standing ovation of the night. I love that song.

Orlando didn't get to sit down much, as he was the star male voice. Chris went up with him and they did Bad Things - you know, Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello. I think Orlando had a thing for Camila. Who didn't? They were fucking amazing. Chris' voice has really gotten richer.

We stayed until almost midnight, which surprised me, as we were on East Coast time, but it was amazing. I'm serious, our family sang for four hours. FOUR! For our final song, they almost pushed Bob and me onto the stage. OK, we sang Somebody to Love and while we weren't great, we weren't bad. When I got back to my seat, our entire table was laughing. That was mean.

"No, Mom," said Leslie. "Your singing was amazing. We loved it. Look at your left leg." Oh shit. My left leg had a big stream of cum running down it. I hope no one else noticed. I'm guessing they did.

Just then, the bartender, yeah, THAT bartender walked up with a receipt and handed it to me.

"We reached your cap," he said. "You were right, I sold more than a dozen bottles. I sold 47 bottles of wine that were priced at $2500 or more. Not even counting your million, it was the best night in the history of the bar. As the owner, I thank you." Damn, he was the owner. He was young and tatted up and I had underestimated him. Bad on me.

"I'm putting in a free taste program. Once a week, we'll open one bottle. Even eating the cost of that, I'll win. I know some of the restaurants in the area belong to a program like that, but bars aren't eligible. I didn't think it would work, but I'm going to try it. Thank you. For everything," he said. Yeah, everything. That didn't get an eyebrow raise, but he did have a twinkle. I'm sure he was being careful because of the kids. If he only knew.

I turned to Bob and noticed he had his phone out. Before I could open my mouth, he smiled and said "Done". Great minds. Rules are made to be broken. The restaurant program now had one bar in it. I know Bob understood. Could he read my mind? Nah, that's my thing. Right? Our new bartender/owner friend was going to get a surprise when cases of wine showed up. I didn't even learn the guy's name.

Just as we were leaving, a couple walked in with a young girl, maybe 14. To my surprise, Orlando turned us around and made us sit back down, and then went and talked to the family. He brought them over to our table. The girl looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place her. Orlando did the introductions and her name was even more familiar. Grace Vanderwaal. Where did I know that name? Morgan must have seen my confusion and leaned over.

"She won America's Got Talent when she was 12, playing a ukelele and singing an original song. Orlando's been smitten with her ever since. This is a dream for him," said Morgan. THAT'S where I remember her from. Just then, Orlando dragged her up on stage, to her protests. I might not have remembered her, but the audience sure did. They started with Stop Draggin' My Heart Around - Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty.

They rolled right into You're the One I Want. John Travolta and Olivia Newton-John, from Grease. Grace channeled Olivia Newton-John. That rolled right into Endless Love by Diana Ross & Lionel Richie. Syrupy again, but they pulled it off.

Then they went silly and did Don't Go Breaking My Heart. Yeah, it had been done already that night, but the audience loved it. That rolled into Hall of Fame. Grace did The Script part and Orlando channeled Will.i.am. It was wierd to hear them sing it, but damn it worked. Well.

They finished on I've Had the Time of my Life, from Dirty Dancing, and sang it standing, looking into each other's eyes. Holy fuck. I wish we had THAT on video.

That absolutely brought the house down. They didn't know it, but someday they were getting married. Trust me.

We got back to the house and just crashed. No more fun tonight. We didn't have it in us.

Bacon. God's gift

I stumbled into the kitchen, probably looking like a fright and everyone was already there, clearly showered and dressed. How? Just how? They all laughed and pointed at the clock. 10AM. Fuck. OK, I am a little late, but they still had bacon frying, so they hadn't all been up THAT long. Oh shit, we had guests. Grace and her parents were at the table enjoying bacon and eggs. There was also a man, complete with the funny chef's hat, at the stove cooking up more breakfast. Where in the hell did he come from? I've learned not to ask.

I looked down as I couldn't remember what I was wearing. With our group, I'm surprised I didn't walk out naked. I was in shorty pajamas and they weren't too bad. A little small and a little tight, but not THAT bad. Maybe a bit much, so I turned around and went back into our room and threw on clothes. Yeah, shorts and a tank, but I at least picked a dark colored tank top. I walked back out, and got a smile with a twinkle from Morgan. Yeah, yeah. I'd even taken the time to brush my hair this time.

Oh, I filled my plate. I had a plate of bacon with a side of eggs. Thank God we'd outfitted this house with a gym. Later. Maybe. I sat down with Orlando, Grace, and her parents. Orlando and Grace were sitting next to each other and looked so damn cute. This was a different Orlando. I loved it. I guess I never mentioned that Grace's parents were Tina and Dave.

"You have a mangnificent home," said Tina. "Do you like living in San Francisco?" Orlando snorted. He does that sometimes. Tina looked at him, as you would expect.

"We do love this house, but we just bought it," I said. "This week. This isn't our primary home though. We live in Florida. We are just fortunate enough to own more than one home." Dave and Tina just stared, generating some electricity of their own.

"Mom," said Grace, in that uniquely teenage voice. "Do you seriously not know who they are? We saw the movie together. Twice!" Tina looked at Grace, clearly confused. Orlando waved his sisters over. It dawns on you when you see them standing together.

"Holy shit," said Tina, to much laughter. "I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you at the bar, as it was dark. It took you standing together to see it. I know that movie was successful, but it led to all of this?" She waved her arm, indicating the house. That got more laughter from the kids.

"No," said Chris. "We donated everything we made to the foundation. Dad made it big on a software company with whom he worked and then it kind of grew."

"Dad...," said Grace. "The Hayden Foundation. You freaking donated. She's Chris Hayden."

"Wait, what?," said Dave. "Chris Hayden runs the foundation. I don't get it. That has to be a relative."

"Nope," said Chris. "Tis me." Power spikes hit the entire west coast from their eyebrows. OK, I get it. That joke is not only lame, but I've overused it. Never again.

"Our family is weird," said Orlando. "It's really best to just roll with it." Everybody gave that a laugh too, and the chef actually snorted. Where the hell did he come from again?

"OK, given you used weird, I have to ask," said Dave. "Is that a helicopter on the roof of your house? If so, why?" Orlando gave him a grin.

"Yeah, that's ours. It makes it easier to fly to the airport and to our wineries in Napa," said Orlando. I want to use the joke again. I want to. OK, I won't.

"In fact, what are our plans for today?," I asked. Nobody really knew, we'd all just gotten together.

"I know," said Bob. "I rented a boat that will hold us all on Lake Tahoe. It's ready anytime. I thought we'd just have a relaxing day cruising on the lake."

"Did we not just discuss the helicopter on the roof?," said Bob. "It's all arranged. A minibus will meet us at the helipad and a catered lunch will be on the boat." How did he arrange that since we got home at 2AM?

"I asked Amai," he said, looking at me. While that explains everything, can he read MY mind now?

With that, we all thanked our chef and we showed our guests to the elevator. It took some time to get 18 people to the roof. I went up last, and when I got there, Grace and her family were just staring, open mouthed, at the view. It was a spectacular view. I noticed Morgan and Leslie were loading backpacks in the cargo door.

"We brought suits and towels for everyone. We're going out on boat. We needed to be prepared. We weren't sure of sizes, so we brought several choices for our guests," said Morgan. She turned to them. "They're all new. We keep them around for guests." Yeah, we do, but we bought this house a couple days ago. When?

"Zappos," said Morgan. "I ordered them a couple days ago. We should always be prepared." Yeah, we should. The kids are amazing.

We all loaded up and Leslie and Chris went forward into the cockpit. Yeah, that got a ton of crazed looks.

"Oh hell," said Grace. "I don't understand, but roll with it Mom and Dad." We took off and the girls did a little sightseeing tour, which was spectacular. Then they flew us over to Tahoe and flew up the lake and back a bit before landing. We landed at a hospital. Really? The girls came out and assured us we had permission to land and to leave it there all day. We weren't taking the spot for Life Flight and we paid the hospital for the privilege. We all climbed out, and sure enough a nice Mercedes Sprinter van pulled up. The driver got out and was a simply stunning young woman. I'm pretty sure every cock in our group got hard. OK, I had to laugh, because Jaunita's sure did and Dave noticed it. His look wasn't shock, but more interest. Nope, not going there. Orlando liked Grace. Not fucking that up. We all piled into the van and it was a bit tight, but it got us to the marina. As we got off, I looked at the end of the dock and, sure enough, there was a Sunseeker 52 tied up.

"You didn't rent a boat, did you?," I asked Bob in my most stern voice. He just grinned a bit sheepishly. I couldn't help myself and laughed. Yeah, I didn't give a shit. I guess if we come to San Francisco, we can fly over and boat some too. Looking out over the lake, it was amazing. I could see that.

"Yes, but I'm not surprised. We'll keep it here somewhere and use it when we visit San Francisco and Napa. We have one just like it in Florida. At least he didn't buy the 131," I said.

"They make a version of this that is 131 feet long. We have one of those too," I said. "Perfect for the Gulf, but a bit oversized even for a big lake like this." She just laughed and shook her head. Bob pulled us out and suggested we all go change. I took Dave and Tina down to the middle deck and we went through the swimsuits until we found some for all three of us. I led them down the stairs and pointed to the small cabin for Dave and walked into the Master. I brought the backpack, in case Tina needed another choice. Tina followed me in. By the time she had the door closed, I had my clothes off and was pulling on the tankini bottoms. I realized she was staring at me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm used to changing at the gym and don't think anything about it. I hope I have not offended you," I said. Admittedly, I was standing there topless when I said it, so it might not have been effective.

"No, no," she said. "It's just fine. I just wasn't expecting it." With that, she started undressing too. While staring at my tits. Enjoy Tina. Nothing is going to happen. I admit, she is a fine looking woman, particularly given she has three kids from 14 to 18. I tried not to stare, but just to keep having a conversation. She'd picked a one-piece, with a little skirt. A mom suit. She clearly didn't need it, but probably felt more comfortable. I gave Morgan credit for including it in the choices. All things for all people.

"You know," I said, pushing things a touch. "You look wonderful in that suit, but you would rock a suit like mine." She laughed.

"Not like you do," she said. "I could never wear something like that. You're a freaking size 0." My turn to laugh.

"No, I'm not, but I am little in stature, I give you that," I said. I grabbed the backpack and dug through it. I pulled out a tankini, in hot pink, in a size 6. She couldn't be bigger than a 6. I held it out to her. She hesitated.

"Just try it on. If you don't like it, change back," I said. "Just playing in the bedroom right now. No pressure at all from me." She shrugged and stripped off the suit she had on and stepped into the shorts and then pulled on the sports bra part. She looked fantastic. I turned her towards the full length mirror.

"Want me to wear the Mom suit?," I laughed. She laughed too and opened the door. Good girl. I let her walk up to the deck first. Just as I came to the top of the stairs, I heard Grace scream "Mom!".

I walked out and Grace and Dave were staring at Tina. Oh, Dave was getting hard. Good for him. She did fucking rock it. I pulled Tina to the side.

"We will entertain Grace for a bit," I said. "You should give Dave the tour of the Master Bedroom." She just looked at me with a quizzical look. I gave her and up an down look. She grinned.

"Dave, come here. I just have to show you the Master suite. It's so nice," said Tina. She took his hand and led him downstairs.

"Damn," said Grace. "Mom's gonna get laid. Go Mom." Well, at least she was aware of the world. Yeah Grace, she was. They didn't come back for an hour. An hour!

"Oh, we did, we did," said Dave, not backing down at all. I loved this family. We were out in the middle of the lake, and Bob put it on hover.

"Anyone want to ride the waverunners?," he said. Of course there were waverunners on the swim platform. Of course. I hadn't even looked. Two of them. Three seaters. I went to the cabinet where the life vests should be and, of course, they were there. I'm sure Bob had stopped us out here so no one would hassle Leslie and Chris about it. Orlando handed Grace a lifevest and they took off on one of them. Oh, she was holding on tight. Leslie took the other one, with Luca holding on to her and Chris holding on to Luca. Oh he was enjoying that. They ran around for awhile and then everyone swapped. We spent a good two hours just floating, having lunch, swimming, and playing on the waverrunners. Finally, Bob waved us in and we parked and latched down the waverunners.

"We have an appointment," said Bob. With that he fired it up but didn't head back towards the marina.

"Where and what is our appointment?," I asked. He just smiled. Really Bob? Really? With our guests on board? He got on plane and was following the GPS. We weren't that far from the marina and actually close to South Lake Tahoe. As we approached I saw a house in the distance. As we got closer, the house grew. And grew. And grew. Damn. There was a big dock in front and a man in a suit standing on the dock. Bob had convinced us all to get dressed. Couldn't drip, you know.

"Sorry, I didn't know we'd have guests when I made the appointment," said Bob. "But it is too nice not to look. Just went on the market yesterday, and isn't even listed yet. A friend shared it. We get first dibs if we like it."

We pulled up and the kids went into action and had the bumpers out and us tied up in no time. We would need a lift.

"Well we would need a lift," said Bob, as we got off. The real estate dude, who we learned was Mark, looked a little startled.

"Unless we get something bigger," he said. Yeah he went there. Mark watched as the boat kept disgorging people. Grace and her family were just looking at the house.

"28,000 square feet, 7 beds, 11 baths, 35 acres, including a quarter mile of beach that is part of the property. That's not including the two guest houses, one with two bedrooms and 1400 square feet and one with three bedrooms and 2200 square feet. There is also a servant's apartment over the six car garage that is quite nice. No employees at the moment. Available immediately, preferably furnished. Not officially on the market until you go through it. You have some clout," said Mark. Bob just grinned. Grace and her family were staring at him. Yeah, it's pretty big. At least Bob was smart enough to not discuss price in front of the group.

We all trooped through it. Yeah, pretty damn nice. The master opened to the water and was easily 2000 square feet and a complete apartment. The master was down and the other 6 were up, all in a U so every bedroom had a view. There was an upper and a lower deck, with doors from pretty much every room. The entire wall of the great room and the entire wall of the master opened to the beach.

But I'll bet you could have predicted all this, given Bob's propensity to buy houses and his love for moving walls.

"There are some cars in the garage that they would prefer to include," he said, looking at his notes. "I'm not a car guy, but a Dodge Challenger Hellcat, a Bugatti Veyron, a Bentley Bentyaga, and a Mercedes S65 convertible. Oh and a Mercedes E63S Wagon."

"Well, I guess we have to buy the house then," I said, laughing. Oh the family knows I love that wagon. Bob pulled the real estate guy into the other room and negotiated. I heard the faint sound of the buzz of a text. I knew what that meant. Bob walked back in, holding a set of keys. The sales guy didn't even come back in. Bob looked happy.

"So, do we want to stay here tonight?," asked Bob. "We'd have to spread out to the guest houses."

"If that's the show stopper, I'm sure we can work that out," said Bob. "Grace, do you know your parents sizes and tastes?"

"I don't know. Check the cars and the garage. If they're not there, probably in a drawer in the kitchen or the laundry room," said Bob. "You'll find them. Take some of the kids. The Bentyaga holds 8. Buy enough for everyone for a few days. Make sure to get at least some business casual stuff. We have reservations at Friday's Station Steak & Seafood Grill, which is in the Harrah's casino. We'll caravan over. Plenty of cars."

"I'll go with them. Then we can take all the kids. Give you adults some time to relax," said Sophia. She's so sweet. She also wanted to stay with Morgan. They'll figure it out. Looking out the window, I saw the Bentyaga and E63S wagon pull out. Then the Veyron roared out behind them. Morgan and Sophia were the only drivers going.

Orlando. Dammit. OK, I couldn't get that mad, but it was stupid. I'll talk to him later. Just then I got a text.

OK, cool. He knew I'd suspect him. Pretty damn self-aware for 13. That left just the four of us, which was nice. Time for us to just chat. Bob had headed back to the boat and came back carrying two bottles of wine. Now that is one prepared dude. He opened them both and asked which each of our guests would prefer. Dave chose the burgandy and Tina chose the Chablis.

"Holy shit," said Dave, after taking a sip. "That is the best wine I have ever tasted in my life. It's like heaven on my tongue."

"I know," said Tina. "Mine is that good too. What are these wines?" Bob showed them the labels. Two wineries from Napa, both of which we had bought this week.

"Wow. I know both these wineries. In my next life, I hope to be a wine snob and drink wines like this every day," said Tina. "I follow the market and dream. In fact, I read both these wineries were sold this week, along with a third that is just as good. Lots of speculation as to the buyers, but no word out in the market yet." Suddenly the light bulb went on for them both.

"So let me get this right. This week alone, you bought a mansion in Pacific Heights, and bigger mansion on the shores of Lake Tahoe, and three wineries," said Tina. "And from the article I read, each had its own mansion. So you bought five mansions and three wineries, all in the last 3 days."

"Yes," I said. "We did. We're in this weird, crazy world. Bob made a ton of money on a startup and it keeps growing. We like wine and have bought a number of wineries and somehow they make us more money. Hell, we have no clue what we're doing. We just buy shit and it works." I went on to tell them a little more about the kids too.

"Sounds like God is rewarding good people to me," said Dave. Wow, that is such a sweet thing to say and I told him that.

We sat around visiting for a couple hours and it felt like we'd been friends forever. Yeah, we knocked back those bottles, but knew we'd be driving, so we stopped. Just then the doorbell rang, which was wierd. I hopped up to answer it and there was a work truck, about 25 people, and several trailers pulling pairs of waverunners.

"Oh good," said Bob. "Go ahead guys. Do what you need to do." With that, he shut the door and went back and sat down. We waited him out, but he wasn't going to say a thing. Stubborn cuss.

"Well, some of them are building the lift for the boat we have at the dock. The others are building popup docks for the waverunners. The others are delivering six waverunners," said Bob. "If all goes well, it will be done by tomorrow." Sure, tomorrow. Bob doesn't mess around.

"I don't mess around," said Bob, with a laugh. Just then the door from the garage opened to gales of laughter. The living room was overwhelmed by children, with a straggling Juanita.

"Don't ever make me do that again," said Juanita, with a laugh. Oh, interesting. What a hungry look from Dave. Can't say I blame him, but that might be more of a surprise than he could handle. Tina noticed it, and just smiled. Tolerating your husband looking at a pretty girl was the hallmark of a successful marriage.

The piles of bags and boxes on the floor kept growing as the kids made multiple trips to the garage. There were bags from Forever 21, Aeropostale, American Eagle, J Crew, Macys, Nordstroms, and Coach. Yeah, Coach.

"No. There is NO mall in Tahoe. But we found out that if you ask nicely, the mall in Sacramento will let you land a helicopter in their parking lot," said Chris. "We'll have to remember that." With that, the kids started unloading the bags and handing out clothes. I got a beautiful LBD, and an incredible sundress that would be perfect for me. I also got a few pairs of shorts, a nice polo and a couple tank tops. They went shopping for clothes for dinner and for tomorrow. I got clothes for a week. They'd gotten me bras, panties, socks, and stockings, complete with garter belts. No panty hose for me! They also gave me a nice makeup kit from Ulta. Nice stuff. Most of mine was from Nordstroms. I looked over and everyone had a similar pile. The kids disappeared for a few minutes - en masse - and returned, all dressed in nice slacks and polos for the boys, and nice dresses for the girls. Everyone clearly had on new shoes too. Oh, they'd gotten me four pairs of shoes. FOUR!

"I can't accept this," said Tina. I thought she meant the clothes, but I realized she was holding a new Coach handbag. Good job kids.

"Oh hell yes you can," I said. "Did you not hear a word of our story earlier? You're sitting in our new house, on the lake, that Bob bought because he could. One handbag and a few clothes isn't going to break the bank. We like you and hope we'll get to spend more time with you. That only works if you get used to money flowing a bit. You don't owe us a thing. Today didn't make a dent in our investments, including this house. Have fun."

Tina just grinned and very graciously just said "thank you". Perfect. Leslie walked up.

"Here, we picked tonight's outfits for you," she said. She reached into all our piles. I got the sundress and knew it would work perfectly. Tina got a simply beautiful, simple dress, with spaghetti straps. She would look amazing. Dave got light blue slacks and a white dress shirt and a tie. Perfect. She handed Bob a pair of cargo shorts and a Beatles T-shirt. She couldn't hold it together and laughed, then handed him a pair of khakis, a blue oxford cloth shirt, and a red rep tie. Both men got dark blue blazers and I'd bet a dollar they were Armani. We all headed back and got dressed and came out. Yeah, good choices kids. Bob pulled me to the side.

"Dave and I changed together. I know why Tina was so happy. That dude is hung like a horse. It actually hung out of the bottom of his boxers -- soft," said Bob. I just smiled. Sorry Bob, you're not getting any of that.

We had a wonderful dinner. Good food, good company. OK, not much fun, you know FUN, in this chapter, but lots of lowercase fun.

A giant airplane

After a long, fun day, it was time to head back to San Francisco. Before we took off, Chris told us we needed to land at the airport to refuel before heading to the house. They landed at the FBO where we keep the helicopter. The girls came out and suggested we stretch our legs as it would be a few minutes. She put down the stairs and we all faithfully followed her down the stairs. I found myself next to Grace and her family, just stretching a bit. I think Dave watched me, as he got a punch in the side from Tina. That made him laugh, which made me laugh.

"So I have a question," said Grace. "Why is that giant airplane painted just like your helicopter? I don't know all that much about planes, but given it has two stories, I'm pretty sure that is a 747."

"You want this one Orlando?," I asked. He smiled. Leslie handed him something and he smiled more. Ah, the remote. He pressed the button, and the ramp lowered. That got stares for sure.

"Would you all like a tour while we wait?," asked Orlando. Grace actually screamed.

Leslie and Chris raised their hands. I give them credit, it didn't appear to even surprise them. We all walked up the ramp. I forget why, but there was one of the Ferrari 250s in the hold. They all just looked at it, and didn't even ask. Given it was worth north of $10M, that was impressive.

We took the elevator up and walked out into the living room. Orlando took Grace up the stairs, but Morgan went with them. Was she their chaperone? Oh hell, I think she was. Bob and I showed Dave and Tina around. Then we sat on the couches for a few minutes while all the kids ran around. The youngest kids wanted to play hide and seek and I gave the others credit for playing with them. OK, part of me wanted to play too. I'm almost a kid. Funny thing is I bought a million dollars worth of wine last night, at a bar, and I'm not 21 yet. Money talks.

"Just back down to LA. We have an apartment there now, with our other two kids, as Grace's career is taking off," said Dave. "They're in high school and each had a summer program this week, so we took a little vacation with Grace. Thank you all for making that quite a bit more than we expected."

"We're thrilled you could spend time with us," said Orlando. And by you, he meant Grace. So damn cute.

"Oh, not for a few more hours, but we can hang out at the airport. You don't need to wait with us. How do we even get TO the main terminal from here?," said Tina.

"You don't," said Leslie. "Just strap in. No need for you to wait. We'll drop you off." Yeah, I knew where she was going. "Do you have a car at the airport?"

"Yeah, not anymore," said Leslie. She headed towards the stairs and Chris followed her. The realization hit them all.

"You should cancel your flights. You might get a refund," I said. After he closed his mouth, he pulled out his phone and did that. Just then we heard the engines spool up and I explained how to pull the seatbelts out and everyone strapped in. With that, we dropped them at Burbank and flew back. It was quite a few days.

Characters in the stories

Chapters

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3,6,8-10,15-18,21,23
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Name

Bob
Amy
Morgan
Orlando
Leslie
Chris
Juanita
Antonio
Stella
Sophia
Luca
Elena
Amai
Ellen
Lucy
Lily
Diego
Seth
Liam
Hank
Jared
Katie
Carlos
Ian
Jorge
Max/Maxine
Paul
Deb
Audrey
Carter
Caroline
Grace
Tina
Dave

Age

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14
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Description

Dad
Mom
The oldest of the new kids
The middle child and the only boy
The youngest
Adopted daughter
Family personal trainer and more
Italian Vinter
Antonio's wife
New Italian friend and Goddess
Sophia's son
Sophia's daughter
The family social secretary
Napa winery manager and Olympic swimmer
Caretaker
Caretaker
Swim coach
Swim trainer
Swimmer
Swimmer
Swimmer
Swimmer
Restaurant owner
Restaurant owner
Caretaker
Caretaker
Caretaker
Caretaker
Real estate agent
Audrey�s son
Audrey�s daughter
Just Grace
Grace�s Mom
Grace�s Dad

Stats

6'2" - 165, swimmer's body, 6 inch cut average cock
5'1" - 110, bright red hair, D cup
5'5" - 120, dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous
5'0" - 100, dirty blonde, 6 inch cut thick cock
4'6" - 80, brown hair, flat chested
4'11" - 80, slim, glorious puffy nipples
5'9" - athletic, petite, D cup, 5 inch cock
6'3" - 220, well-endowed
5'8" - voluptuous, A cup
5'7" - stunning, simply stunning, B cup
5'4" - chisled, smaller, male Sophia, 5 inch uncut cock
4'5" - sexy AF
5�4� - beautiful, petite, B cup, 6 inch uncut thick cock
5'8" - athletic, C cup
5�2� - waif, A cup
5�7� - thin, C cup, 5 inch cut cock
5'10" - wiry, caretaker, swim coach. 5.5 thick uncut
6'4" - muscular, caretaker, trainer, 6 cut and thin.
6�3� - swimmer, lean, 7 inch uncut cock
6�2� - swimmer, muscular, 6 inch thick cock
6�0� - swimmer, trim, 5 inch thin cock
5�9� - muscular, B cup
5�9� - super thin, regal, 8 inch cock
6�1� - average in every way
5'10" - muscular, 6 cut and very thick
5'6" - lithe, 5 uncut
6�3� - Black, Fit, but not muscular, 7 uncut
5'2" - white, tiny, A cup maybe
5'8" - C cup, brunette, sexy
5�2� - average, 5 inch uncut cock
4�11� - flat, cute

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28 August 2018

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