Life As We All Knew It

John groaned. "O-Oh Randy! I'm gonna...." He couldn't finish his sentence as his climax climbed rapidly.

Randy smirked and and pulled out of John.

John looked at Randy liek he was fucking crazy. "Randy?! I was about to cum!" He whined.

Randy smirked and engulfed John's cock, deep throating him fast.

John's body shook. That did it for him. John let out a loud moan as he he orgasmed, shooting his load down Randy's throat.

Randy took everything eagerly, loving the taste of John.

John panted when he finished, sagging against the bed. "That was amazing.... hope Gianna didn't hear us!" He said, covering his mouth as he just realized Gianna was in the house.

Randy chuckled and laid next to John. "I doubt she'll say anything."

John chuckled. "Yeah... or hold it against us. She's my daughter, remember?" He giggled.

"No, that's something I would do. Tease us about it..." Randy chuckled.

John chuckled. "True." He said. "Now, I can't lay in bed all day. I need to... clean something or do something." He said. "Damn Sundays..."

"No cleaning. At least now with bleach or some shit. You can do the dishes. Or start dinner," Randy said.

John smiled. "Whataya want fro dinner?"

"Something yummy," Randy replied thoughtfully.

"Dessert after?" John asked.

"Course," Randy said, looking at John like he just asked the stupidest question ever.

John blinked. "And I'm the fat ass." He muttered and went downstairs to cook them dinner.

"I take offense to that!" Randy called with smile.

"Now you know how it feels!" John chuckled back before going downstairs. He took out stakes, knowing how much Gianna and Randy enjoyed stake... more so than the average human.

Randy sighed and got up, stretching and going into the closet, putting on his workout gear.

John watched Randy go into the gym before he continued cooking. "Gianna, come set the table!" He called. He also hoped Gianna wouldn't say a thing about earlier...

Gianna came downstairs. "Wh- Are you making steak?" she asked, salivating just thinking about it.

John threw Gianna dish towel. "Wip your mouth, ya got a little drool..." He chuckled before taking the stakes outside to to the deck where the grill was.

Gianna set the table and walked out to the grill. "So, uh, next time you and Daddy decide to do the dirty, could ya keep it down? I was trying to do my homework."

John blushed deep red. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. We forgot.. and I was.. ya know.. he was..." He stumbled over his words. "Why are you embarrassing me? Go embarrass your father!" He whined as he flipped the stakes.