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“Don’t worry, Clark. I’ll help you take care of her,” Karen whispered in his ear. “Just don’t forget to take care of you.”

“That would be a hard thing for any man to forget,” Clark assured her.

“That barely legal cheerleader you’ve got wrapped around your thigh would give any man memory issues. You’re lucky it’s so hot when you fuck her.”

“Karen,” Clark complained, blushing.

“How about we have a Leave Your Little Girl At Home day tomorrow? Get lunch while she’s at school?”

“College,” Clark said insistently. “And you’re on.”

“Good.” Karen reached down to let her hand settle brushing against his limp manhood. “I don’t think I could go to sleep if I didn’t know when I was going to see this little guy again…”

“You’d better go to sleep or I’ll wear you out more.”

“I’ll consider that a date,” she cooed.

Linda let out a yawn.

“You might not like how I wear you out when Linda isn’t around to referee,” Clark threatened fondly.

“Right back atcha, big man. How about we go see a movie? Something with no singing animals, since we don’t have to worry about the kid getting bored.”

“Only if I get to take him out sometime—“ Linda said groggily, her eyes shut. “Leave the old hag at home.”

“You’re lucky he fucked me too hard to manage any strong emotions,” Karen groused.

“You’re lucky he fucked me too hard for me to fuck anymore.”

“Neither of you are mature enough to appreciate a good night’s sleep,” Clark told them definitively.

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P. C.

Thank you very much for this story. I'll let it rest for a bit, since I have to face some new expenses. I hope to return to it in the future . . . unless someone else wants to take a shot at it.