Milan's Point of View.
While monitoring the daughters, I passed the time playing table tennis on the computer.
Needing water, I went to get some.
Then I met Charles on the way. He stopped me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
Although I knew what he wanted, but I playfully asked what he wanted. He responded by placing his hands on my buttocks and giving them a some shake up, as he said, "This."
"Not now," I teased, wanting to prolong his desire. I tried to push him away, but he held me firmly.
He didn't listen to me, or heed my playful resistance. In the blink of an eye, I found myself on the sofa beside him.
Almost instantly, I felt his hard pressing against me from behind, quickly finding its way inside my hole. It was a cool, yet intensely pleasurable moment.
Damn! The pleasure was exquisite. I had been keeping an eye on the daughters through calls before our encounter. Now, the phone was ringing; they were calling.
Charles's hard was piercing me sweetly, and a selfish part of me reasoned that the girls would be fine on their own. The overwhelming pleasure clouded my judgment.
I had instructed Ace to keep me informed of their whereabouts, but the depth of the intercourse made it impossible to break away and answer the call.
When the daughters finally returned, Mince described their outing as more of a tour.
They visited various places, distributing giveaways. Through this, the name "Daughters" became widely known, and people grew fond of us.
They wore yellow dresses and handed out yellow-made items. People immediately put on the clothing they received, and each crowd quickly transformed into a sea of yellow.
They carried banners that proclaimed, "We are Daughters, remember us."
They were warmly received wherever they went.
It was during this time that I truly grasped the impact of five million dollars – how it could bring so much joy to so many faces. It took them a considerable amount of time to distribute all the money.
They arrived back late, giving Charles and me enough time to make love as we pleased before their return.
We had grown accustomed to making love freely since we moved to our new house, but this was different. The novelty lay in the different locations within the house.
After our passionate encounter on the sofa, I finally went to get the water I had initially wanted.
With my thirst quenched, I returned to the computer to connect with the daughters.
Lost at the moment, I was actually naked as I walked past Charles. It was as if he was seeing me for the very first time. He pulled me close, and his hard found its way inside my hole once more.
I was still thoroughly horny, and I undeniably craved more, just as he did.
I felt his warmth enveloping me. This time, the pace was slower, and I couldn't help but lie down on the dining table, surrendering to the pleasure.
I enjoyed every movement, holding him tightly against my chest. My right hand rested on his head, while my left hand gently rubbed his back.
My moans betrayed the intensity of my enjoyment. Then, my thoughts abruptly shifted to the daughters. I wanted to stop, but Charles seemed to sense my hesitation.
He thrust deeper, and instinctively, I shifted our position from missionary to cowgirl.
We indulged in our desires until we were both completely satisfied. I was still resting on his chest when the sound of a car horn broke the spell of the evening.
It was the daughters returning. I quickly went to the computer and pretended to be asleep.
Ace's Point of View.
We ventured into the streets of various cities, reaching out to the homeless and giving to beggars.
We even spent time at amusement parks.
Helen mentioned that of all the places we visited, the orphanages affected her the most, stirring up memories of her own time there.
"Those days, I encouraged the other kids to stand up against the cruel nuns and their whippings. Those memories are as vivid as if they just happened," she recounted.
During our outing, I noticed something others didn't. We were enjoying ourselves with the people, and Oscar must have tried to contact home through the communication system, but the calls went unanswered.
She approached Vesta to ask if she had heard from home. Vesta's reply planted a seed of unease in her mind.
She hadn't spoken to anyone since then.
I went to her and gently urged her to share what was troubling her.
She explained that she had asked Vesta if she had heard from Father, and Vesta had responded with, "You mean my dad?"
She repeated the question twice, and Vesta gave the same answer both times.
She pointed out that both Vesta and I refer to him as "dad," while Swiss calls him "daddy." Personally, I didn't see an issue with this. I believe everyone should be able to call him whatever feels natural.
Knowing Vesta, I believe she's a good person and likely didn't intend anything negative with her response.
So, I approached Vesta and discussed it with her. I considered that others might feel the same way but not know how to express it.
We talked it through, and Vesta assured me that she never intended to hurt anyone with her words or actions. Together, we came up with a plan. We decided to hold a sister's meeting where we would collectively agree to address him as "Father" from then on.
After a few hours of training on the second day, Vesta finally concluded the session, and we were about to leave. However, Vesta called us all back. She said we needed to talk, and then she went to Oscar and embraced her.
"This hug is for all of you," she said.
She explained that the hug was meant as an apology to each of us.
At that moment, I was the only one who fully understood her intentions.
She then proposed that from that day forward, we should all call Mister Charles "Father."
It was a thoughtful idea, and we all readily agreed. We were about to conclude the meeting when Helen raised another suggestion.
She said, "For all decent accommodations..."
"What does that mean?" Swiss asked, confused.
Helen explained that since Father had provided us with decent accommodation, regardless of our adoptions, we should address him as "FADA."
She had taken the first letter of each word in the phrase "for all decent accommodations."
And from that day on, we began calling our father "FADA."