Though his cock had softened, still dripping cum, her look could start a fire in ashes.
“Does my baby girl want me to join her?” he asked.
“No,” Hannah said softly, then reached down with her other hand a pulled the cheek of her ass up, opening her hungry vagina to his gaze.
“But Mommy does,” she said.
Scottie nearly tripped over himself chasing after her into the bathroom.
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Chapter 7: You Take the Good, You Take the Bad.
Fall semester had begun, and with it, free time became truly limited. Even with the time differentials between the channels within the black box and what they called Standard (their reality), the physical strain was still real. After falling asleep in Anthropology, Scottie almost completely refrained from joining Hannah channel surfing. But it wasn’t entirely Scottie who had the change in schedule as Hannah, too, had new priorities.
As the semester dragged on, Hannah had taken up a position as an administrative assistant at a legal firm. The offer had come from one of the firm’s partners who just so happened to also be a client of Dale and Angela. Though it was a starting job, Hannah gave it her all, even though it meant the occasional late night in the office.
It was quite a shift for the two, having such an incredibly naughty summer, to now grinding through this wheel of civilization, but it did have breaks. Every now and again, Scottie pulled himself away from his studies, or Hannah would get an afternoon off and together they would Channel Surf. Their adventures were still filled with so much debauchery it could make Caligula blush. They were like explorers seeking new ways and means to pleasure, tease, and thrill their counterparts. But eventually, even that began to slump. This brings us now to late November.
It was that time of year again. Right when the holidays start to kick off in full with retailers switching over to Christmas tunes and discounts galore. The end of the year was in sight, and for the Millers, this meant attending the 47th Annual Real Estate Awards Gala.
Normally, children were discouraged from attending, but Scottie and Hannah were given exceptions as Angela had been nominated for Agent of the Year for the third year in a row, leaving empty-handed each time. This year, she was determined it would be hers.
As for Scottie and Hannah, unlike the earlier years watching adults drink and dance and eventually make fools of themselves, this year felt different. Perhaps it was the change in their relationship and the intimate secret they shared. Or maybe the simple fact that after months of toiling over school and work, it was nice to be out and unwind, to be with loved ones and family. Regardless, it had been ages since the whole family was out on the town. And the Millers, they’ve never looked better.
Dale and Scottie came dressed to impress with finely fitted suits that were sharp, clean, and pressed. Dale had insisted on buying one for his son as a rite of passage when he graduated high school. At first, Scottie protested until he caught the seamstress stealing glances his way during a fitting. Truth be told, it was the first night he had a chance to wear it, and he was excited to do so. Though, as good as they looked in their blazers and ties, they were like coal next to diamonds when it came to the women of the household.