<div class="floatleft">(http://www.panempropaganda.com/storage/post-images/KatnissDad.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1336882625393)</div>Richard Simon, 40, had died and gone to heaven. His beautiful daughter had grown up and, for the last year, had been warming his bed behind his wifes back. His wife was convinced he was having an affair with some one - though they still had sex - but the truth was, he was fucking his daughter. She had certainly helped entice him into her bed and he had taken her virginity one weekend when his wife was away. They had fucked all weekend in Emma's bed in fact and there were few things that they hadn't done with each other.<br/><br/>And Emma had friends. Two of them, really, who had grown up a lot over the last year. He had started to looked at them in a different light as well. Both were beautiful and constantly flirted with him. The flirting was far less innocent now then when they were younger and didn't know such things. But he found them all attractive right now.<br/><br/>Richard was sitting downstairs, a glass of whiskey in his hand, wearing nothing but his bathrobe, as he watched some TV. He was going to go to bed soon, but all three beautiful teens were having a sleepover upstairs. He hoped they were wearing tight fitting clothes and boyshorts when they came down to breakfast tomorrow.