The next morning, I awoke at the same time Rachel was coming out of her Ambien stupor. She mumbled, grumbled, and got herself ready for church. She left the house with her armloads of God's words and gave me the obligatory peck on the lips. I didn't hear anything from downstairs and figured the girls had worn themselves out last night. It took me a second to remember that the boys were staying over at the Lever's. I winced as it occurred to me that I had promised that I had to pick up the boys at soccer practice and that I had promised that all of the little monsters could spend the night here tonight. I ambled around the kitchen making myself a cup of coffee and some toast. I went out front to retrieve the paper and occupied myself with the world at large.

I heard the girls stirring downstairs and my cock stirred in my shorts. I had intentionally worn my running shorts, which were somewhat tight and cupped my cock and balls nicely to form an appealing package. Jillian was the first upstairs and gave me a bleary eyed smile and a quick peck on the cheek. She informed me, as she was filling a glass of orange juice, that it was only five months until she was eighteen and then I could leave my wife and marry her. This had been a running joke since she was nine and had developed a short-lived crush on me. I laughed and turned to the next page in the paper. I told her that it was too expensive to divorce Rachel, so I would just have to set her up in a nice, plush downtown penthouse and keep her as my mistress. She said that would be cool and smiled as she went back downstairs. Sarah was up next and looked the worse for wear. Her hair was an absolute train wreck, flattened in the back and a wild man in the front. There was not a trace of make-up left on her face and her lips seemed to be somewhat raw and chapped. She slumped down in the chair opposite of me with a tired sigh. I noted how haggard she looked and told her she wouldn't be so tired if her and her friends could keep from wagging their tongues. I just couldn't resist. She looked somewhat shocked for the briefest of moments and picked up a piece of paper on the table. She asked if I had even looked at it as she handed it to me. It was the brochure that she had given me yesterday when her and Jen had gotten home. The cover showed a extremely animated young black girl talking excitedly into her new cell phone. I grimaced, as this had been something I had been putting off for a while now. I had to admit, after reviewing the offer, that this was something the family needed. Sarah was all over the place all the time and Rachel worried that she would become stranded in some bad part of town with a flat or something, unable to communicate with the outside world as she was attacked by Satan's minions. Even the boys needed a phone with their active sports lives and flaky coaches. You could get four phones with a set amount of minutes to be shared between all of them. There were even rollover minutes, like there was ever going to be an occasion that there were left over minutes at the end of the month. I told Sarah that I would call today and see if there were any catches and if not, I would pick them up on my way to get the boys. She sprang up with a smile and ran around the table to give me a hug, her breasts nestling almost in my face. I could smell the other girls' sex on her skin and had to concentrate to keep from becoming aroused.

The girls made there way up and down all floors of the house, putting things away and getting themselves ready. Jen left for some sort of activity and Amy left just a little later with a shy kiss, smile and a wave. Jillian and Sarah came down and said they were going to hit the mall and then meet up with Amy and Jen for pizza and a movie. Sarah said she needed some money for that and some art supplies. I willingly gave her forty dollars and watched as they laughed and giggled all the way to the car. Sarah definitely had an artistic eye and her sketches and pastels had appeared at several shows around the state since she was in sixth grade. It was something I definitely encouraged her to pursue. They backed out of the drive in Jen's sporty little Mustang and drove off. I checked the time and held myself at bay until they had been gone for a half of an hour.

I went upstairs and got Sarah's diary back out, but didn't even need to open it to find what I was looking for. Several pictures were tucked into the front flap invitingly. I gently pulled them loose and couldn't take them in quick enough. There were various poses and different groupings, some with all the girls and some of one or two. I patted myself on the back for investing in a digital camera and printer for Sarah last year. One picture just about made me cum in my shorts. It actually took me a second to figure out what I was looking at, kind of like and Escher drawing. It was a picture of Jillian contorted with her head between her legs and her tongue tonguing her own wet slit. She was covered in sweat and her pussy looked reddened and sensitive, her pussy lip swollen and bathed in her own sweet fluids. I pulled my shorts down and stroked my cock fervently as a I looked a the pictures, images of the girls all lying on their backs, displaying their tight cunts and pert tits. Photos of them tongue kissing each other, fondling and squeezing one another's breasts, licking each other's honeyed slits. I looked into the drawer and was going to grab one of my daughter's clean panties when I spied a pair in a plastic bag. I pulled them out and they were just sopping wet! She had these ones on last night! Well, she would not notice a little more dampness, now would she? I lifted them to my face and felt lightheaded with the clean, heady aroma of my daughter's sopping wet pussy. I felt my balls tighten and knew that I had excited myself a little too quickly. I wrapped the panties around my cock and the dampness from the panties warmed with every stroke. I gazed longingly at the picture, once again wishing that it was me behind the lens. The searing memories from the night before danced before my mind's eye. The little nymphs, all tongues and fingers and wetness. Driving each other to orgasm, gently lapping up the sweet juices from each other' satisfied slits. The images in front of me, as well as the ones stored in my mind finally drove my cock to madness, showering spurt after spurt of hot, white cum in my daughter's soaking wet panties. After it had subsided, I looked at the pictures once more before putting them away and cleaning myself up.

I had to take it a little easier on myself. My dick hurt so bad, it was raw! The bad thing is, the rawness seemed to make my dick more sensitive and want to stand up and play. Beastly fucker with no self control, that's what it is. Anyway, after showering and dressing and gathering my wallet and such, I headed out to this cell phone store to get them and then hopefully make it in time to get the boys from soccer. I got to the cell phone kiosk at the mall and played the role of the ignorant customer until the salesperson dug themselves into an inextricably deep hole and then I revealed myself to be a semi-intelligent human being who had played these games before. I got the four cell phones with a nice amount of monthly minutes, a good insurance package, an extended warranty and an extended time limit before the contract could be changed. I even got them to throw in some nice shiny cell phone covers into the mix. I had the salesperson activate them and I was on my way to get the boys. I was even going to actually be on time and everything!

The rest of that Saturday and the next day were quite uneventful. I had the Lever's monsters tearing up my house and was unable to even read further into the diary because the boys would just appear out of thin air unannounced and uninvited. We had pizza on Saturday night and Sarah called to say that they'll all be staying at Jen's house that night. Fuck, Jen's mom was like the most unobservant, alcoholic fuck ever. The girls could have an orgy on top of her bleached blonde head and she wouldn't notice. What a waste. I resigned myself to pizza and videos with the boys until Rachel came home from her service of the Lord. Later, when we were in bed, I tried to make the moves on her, but she was having none of it. She was already halfway into a drug induced coma. I just waited a half an hour and fucked her unconscious form, filling her with the seed that I wished that I could shoot into her daughter's belly. I'm a bad man, a very bad man.