Bill suddenly realized his mouth was wide open, and closed it, swallowing hard and trying to get his brain to form a cohesive sentence. No easy task, with two beautiful teenage girls standing before him, proudly thrusting their naked, heaving tits at him.
“WOW.” He said finally, and both girls looked at each other, smiling and giggling.
“Do you mean it, Daddy?” Rebecca stepped close to him, coming over to sit on the armrest of the large recliner, as Stacey did likewise on the other armrest. “Did we really do good?”
“Sweetheart, if you do that in front of an actual audience, there will be so many cardiac arrests they will run out of ambulances to take care of them all.”
“Thank you, Mr. Sampson,” Stacey said, reaching over to touch his cheek. “It means so much to me that you really liked our performance.” She turned his face to hers and smiled. “We came up with that special choreography just for you.”
Bill melted at her touch. “It was amazing… you were remarkable.” She moved her hand behind his neck.