When I entered the kitchen, Lisa came over to me.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)"><b>"Hey sweetie, you making it up to me?"</b></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">"I'll make up for everything tonight in the shower," I murmured in response, nuzzling her neck, just before her kiss and pinch of my ass.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)"><b>"Anyways, I am going to my room to get things organized and get my shit on their right place. Whenever you guys are ready let me know and I will come down, I guess you two need some time to talk"</b></span><br/><br/>"What was that about?" I muttered.  My daughter acts confident and condescending to me, yet a few moments with Lisa and her face is flushed and she's fleeing the room.<br/><br/>"Lisa, what did you say or do to her?"  A part of me didn't want to know since I really wasn't sure I wanted the two of them to bond and start thinking of threesomes.  But I also didn't want the two most important women in my life in conflict with one another.  "So what is it she thinks we need to talk about, other than my failure to invite you to join me in the shower earlier.?"