Informing Rene

"Nice." Said Paul not indicating exactly what he liked so much.

"Have a seat. How about a beer?" asked Sharon walking through another doorway toward the rear of the living room that clearly led to the family room.

"If you having one." Paul called after her settling into one of the chairs.

"Or wine, whichever you prefer."

"Beer, please."

"Fat tire?"

"Great!"

When Sharon returned she had a bottle of beer which she handed to Paul and a cell phone "...a double order of spring rolls and rice for three....yes, that will be fine thanks....O.K., thanks." She closed the phone and put it down on the coffee table. "This place is good and no MSG. I hope you guys don't mind but I didn't order anything with meat. I'm mostly vegetarian."

"Mostly vegetarian?" Paul asked as she sipped from a snifter half full of dark red wine.

Sharon smiled that shy smile that Paul found so endearing considering some of the scenes he had seen her in. "Well, I'm a vegetarian except when it's inconvenient. Like when you're invited to dinner and they are serving roast or something."

"Ah, a practical rather than practicing vegetarian."

"There is a pool and a Jacuzzi!" Renée interrupted coming back from the other room. "Do you think we could go for a swim? It's sticky hot here." She pulled her T shirt off her stomach for emphasis.

"You're welcome to take a dip. It's been like this for the past two weeks." Agreed Sharon, "That's one of the reasons I was in Berkeley today. It's so much cooler on that side of the tunnel."

"Can we go swimming?"

"We didn't bring any suits." said Paul.

"Maybe Sharon can lend us some." The both looked at Sharon.

Sharon looked embarrassed "I can't find mine, I keep meaning to buy a new one but I don't need one when I swim at home. But I don't see why you just can't go in your underwear if you want to."

"Ha!" said Renée with a big grin on her face "Dad never wears any! Besides if you don't need one why do we?"

Sharon watched Paul trying hard not to look embarrassed in turn. "Maybe your dad doesn't want be naked around us."

Renée laughed again. "You don't know my dad. I think he's an exhibitionist as often as he walks around the house naked. I always have to call ahead if I'm gonna bring anyone home. Besides, whenever we go backpacking we take sponge baths in front of God and squirrels alike!" Renée was already headed back towards the sliding glass door lifting her shirt over her head.

"Paul?" asked Sharon looking at him.

He smiled indulgently. "I don't see any harm in it. If you don't mind?"

"Go ahead. I'll get some towels."

Renée and Paul were already in the water when Sharon came through the sliding doors wearing a white calf length cotton robe and carrying a stack of towels. She put the towels on one of the loungers and her refilled wine down on the glass table next to Paul's empty beer bottle.

Paul turned his head and stood mute as Sharon shed her robe. Although he had seen her on the computer screen, it didn't compare to the impact of seeing her naked body in person. Sharon stood patiently as Paul stood half in the water and drank in her beauty. She couldn't help but notice his defined chest muscles, four pack abs and two starburst type scars high on his left pec. Finally she smiled her shy smile at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He said embarrassed again.

"I don't mind" she said softly "Nobody's looked at me like that in a long time."

"I don't believe that. How could anybody see you and not see how beautiful you are."

Sharon just smiled again.

"Well, it's a shame." responded Paul without elaboration.

They played in the pool for a good twenty minutes or more. Sharon and Renée were sitting on the steps talking while Paul did laps when the door bell rang. "That must be the food. We'll eat out here. I'll be right back." Sharon said walking over to don her robe.

When Sharon walk back out with two big plastic bags both Paul and Renée were out of the pool with towels wrapped around their hips, Paul was standing near the table while Renée was sitting in one of the swivel chairs. "I'll get plates and napkins. Another beer?"

"Can I help?" asked Renée popping up out the chair, leaving the towel behind.

"Sure." said Sharon ignoring Renée's lack of cover.

When the women came back Sharon was trying to hide a big grin while Renée was almost double over giggling. When Renée saw Paul she dissolved into another giggle fit. "What?" asked Paul.

"Nothing." said Sharon her grin growing even wider if that was possible. Renée just looked at him and shook her head. Sharon put a bottle of beer in front of Paul and a half bottle of wine at the other end of the table.

Renée bounced around the table setting a plate on three sides of the table while Sharon followed her setting out napkins and chopsticks beside each plate. Sharon couldn't help but mark on the way Paul watched her. "Renée said that the two of you are good with chopsticks."

"Yep, chopsticks are the only way to eat Chinese. Renée, are you going to put any clothes on?"

"Why should I? It's still sticky hot and I'll probably go swimming again after dinner."

"At least wrapped up in a towel before you slap yourself in the eye."

Renée looked down at her jiggling bosom with a grin. "Daddy, are you embarrassed by my tits? You've always told me that there is no sin in skin."

"Maybe not by your skin per say. But by my reaction to all that bouncing. Even Sharon has a wrapper on."

"Well, if my 'wrapper' is causing all this contention, there is a simple answer to that." Sharon said as she shed the robe and carelessly tossed it back on the lounge chair before settling herself into a chair.

"O.K., Dad, you turn."

"My turn for what?"

"Your turn to join the Naked Diners Club. What, are you embarrassed to show what you got. It's not like we haven't seen it before."

"Not embarrassed, intimidated."

"Intimidated?"

"Yeah, you know what Sharon does for a living. I've seen the shlongs those guys have. Makes me look like a little boy."

Renée snorted.

"Size isn't all it's cracked up to be." Said Sharon putting some rice on her plate.

"No? Then what is?" asked Renée.

Sharon looked over at Paul. "More things a girl needs to know?" Paul just shrugged and took a mouthful of food.

"Size can be an added bonus unless it's too big and they hit your cervix. But technique, patience and caring can make up for any short comings"

This time Paul snorted. "Short comings" he repeated.

"What's too big?"

"Too big is too big." Sharon said with a shrug, "It's different for different women. I knew this one girl who was smaller than me who could take a 12" dick in one go. For me anything over 7" I have them go easy or it hurts."

"All those dicks. Aren't you afraid of catching something?" Paul seemed surprised at Renée's use of the word 'dick'.

"Actually, the rate of STDs in erotic actors is less than in the rest of the U.S. Something like a fifth of that outside the industry. In the 80's a bunch of people died from aids and everybody got understandably freaked out. Now there is something called AIM, The Adult Industry Medical Health Care Foundation which helped set up a standard where actors are tested every month. If you test positive for anything, you can't work until you're cleared. AIM posts test results on their website. I only work with one company based in San Francisco. They are good people; they don't let anyone work unless they're clean."

"Whoo!" said Paul "I think you hit a button, Renée." Then, turning back to Sharon. "How is it that you've got all that at your finger tips?"

"Every year they hold the AVN Awards, the Adult Video Awards, in Las Vegas, kinda like the Emmys for porn. AIM had a booth there. First year I went I got interested, last year I volunteered to pass out pamphlets. This doesn't concern just erotic actors though. STDs are everybody's concern. And they are totally controllable. Everybody has to be responsible. Everybody who is sexually active has a responsibility to have themselves checked and if they contract something admit it and don't spread it to others."

During the course of the conversation all the boxes of take out were opened and mostly consumed. Paul had almost finished his beer and Sharon was down to her last sips of wine. Almost as if it had been choreographed everybody stood up, the ladies still uncovered, and started to clean up the table.

"Here I'll take that." Said Paul as Sharon started to pick up the stack of dirty dishes and utensils.

"Thanks. If you would take them into the kitchen. I'll be there in a moment to load the dishwasher."

Sharon stepped back as Paul stepped in to pick up the platters. As he headed towards the sliding door, Sharon's hand dipped to the towel still wrapped around his waist. With a quick tug she divested him of his cover. He looked down then back over his shoulder with a surprised look on his face.

Sharon frankly looked him up and down. "You've got nothing to be intimidated about. You've got a great body and a nice cock. And I appreciate that you trim." She said mischievously. Paul just rolled his eyes, shook his head and continued walking.

By the time Sharon walked into the kitchen, Renée was rinsing each plate then handing it to Paul who stacked it in the dishwasher. After cleaning up they all retired to the back patio again. Paul had begged off another beer saying that he had to drive while Sharon had the last glass of wine out of the bottle. Apparently Paul had given up any sense of inhibitions and had joined the Naked Diners Club as he never put his towel back on.

After 15 or 20 minutes of basking in that after dinner sloth, Paul stood up and walked over to where he had folded his cloths earlier in the day. "We should be going. Renée get dressed, hun."

"Do we have to!" Renée whined. "You don't have school tomorrow."

"No, but I've got some homework and we've intruded long enough."

"Paul, do you really have to go?" asked Sharon "While you were in the kitchen I turned on the hot tub, I was hoping you would join me."

"Dad, you can't pass up a Jacuzzi." Teased Renée.

Paul was already shaking out his jeans preparing to put them on. Suddenly he was attacked on both sides, only this time rather than latching on to his arms he felt two very naked ladies wrap their arms around his chest and press four very impressive breasts into his ribs two on each side. "Please, Daddy?" said Sharon from his left using the same tone of voice she had earlier.

"Please, Daddy?" repeated Renée from his right giving an extra shake of her ample front for emphasis. Paul's reaction was immediate and rather flattering if the women chose to take it that way.

"Well!" said Sharon "Some part of you thinks you should stay."

"Daddy, can we please stay? It's not that late. It's not even dark and I'll drive if you want."

"God, I'm such a soft touch." Said Paul closing his eyes and shaking his head.

"I wouldn't say a soft touch" said Sharon wrapping her hands around his 7" manhood and stroking him gently.

Paul's eyes flew open. "Please Sharon, I'm having a hard time as it is."

"I noticed!" said Sharon with a smile in her voice.

Renée stood on her tip toes and gave Paul a kiss on the cheek. "I love you Daddy." She said.

Paul did not respond in words but wrapped his arm around his daughter and squeezed her tight against his side.

"Paul," said Sharon "I think it's time to give Renée one of those lessons again."

"What?" said Paul shifting his attention from Renée to Sharon.

Without answering Sharon guided Paul towards the lounge that she had earlier put her robe.

"Don't worry, Daddy" said Renée helping to push Paul forward "I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Sharon..." Paul started.

"Shsh." said Sharon turning him around and silencing him by putting her lips on his. "Let me do this for you." The two women eased him down so he was lying back with his legs spread, knees bent and feet resting flat on the ground. Sharon squatted between his legs while Renée laid at his side and put her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. She wrapped her arm around his head forcing him to turn his face towards her and gave him another soft kiss, this time on the lips.

"Renée, I don'..."

"Please, Daddy." She said again, looking into his eyes. Not at all teasing.

Any response Paul was going to make was lost in a groan of pleasure as Sharon wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Slowly Sharon pumped him as she licked and suckled on the end of his penis and maneuvered herself into a better position. Renée was almost mesmerized by the sight of Sharon as she slowly worked her mouth down Paul's hardness. Soon Paul could clearly smell the unmistakable smell of a woman in heat and he did not think it was coming from Sharon.

"Can I touch?" Paul heard as he felt Renée sit up.

Paul's eyes popped open and watched as Sharon reached out and took Renée's hand in hers. She guided Renée's fingers around her father's hardness. "See this vein on the bottom here? That's it, squeeze a little tighter. Men like it." Then as Paul got even harder and started to feel his balls tighten "Slowly. All the way to the top. Use the precum to lubricate. Hmm, that's it. Do you like it?"

"Oh yea, I'm dripping." Said Renée "See?" Then "Oh" in a tone that Paul had never heard.

Paul, who had closed his eyes again, lifted his head to see what the girls were doing. Renée was squatting beside Paul's knees. One hand was firmly wrapped around his cock, pumping slowly, but her other was on Sharon's breast still kneeling between his legs. Sharon was holding Renée's head with one hand helping with a sensual kiss while her other hand was tweaking Renée's right nipple. "Oh God" groaned Paul getting even harder if that was possible. Reminded of Paul's presence, Sharon abandoned Renée to put her hands on Paul's thighs. Without disturbing Renée's slow movement. She again brought her mouth between Paul's legs. She slathered her tongue around Paul's scrotum. "A little faster now." As Renée increased her speed Sharon took one of testicles between her lips. Unexpectedly Paul felt another set of lips on his head. "Renée! I'm going to..." Paul couldn't even get the last word out before he the world went white and the tension of ten thousand days of being single burst out of him.

Paul came aware again to Renée both coughing and laughing at the same time. He opened his eyes to see Renée covered from forehead to chin in his cum. "Well, that was unexpected." She said.

"Not really." Laughed Sharon. "Although the volume is impressive. Next time either swallow or jump off. You'll learn."

"Could you hand me a towel?" Renée asked trying to clear her eyes.

"I can do better than that." Said Sharon grabbing her hand and standing up. "There's an outdoor shower near the hot tub." She led them to the corner of the porch where a shower head and controls stood out from the wall. She pulled the handle to allow the water to flow. After giving it a minute to warm up she gently guided Renée into the stream. "You should shower too. Before we get in." She said looking at Paul.

Without walls it was easy for the three of them to squeeze around the shower. Although only two of them could actually be under the stream at one time. The three took a few minutes to wash each other just as an excuse to touch. Paul was careful to only put his hands on Renée's back and arms although she had no such restrictions and shamelessly groped both his dick and ass. Paul was starting to have a reaction but before it could go much further Sharon shut off the water and walked the few steps to the steaming and bubbling Jacuzzi.

Darkness had fallen while they were playing but the lights that Sharon turned on illuminated things well enough that there was no issues climbing into the tub. "Oh this is nice!" Said Renée as she settled into one of the spots of the four person tub. "Thank you, Sharon. And I mean for everything." Leaving it clear that she was referring to the antics earlier.

"You're quite welcome." Although she was responding to Renée, she watched Paul for his reaction of the reference to the sex play with his daughter.

It was Paul's turn to smile shyly. "Yes. Thank you, Sharon. It's not what I expected nor would I have chosen. But I think I can speak for both of us when I say we've had a wonderful time here and I don't believe any harm has been done."

Sharon's relief that he wasn't mad or regretful was obvious as she relaxed her shoulders and neck. "Then you would be willing to come visit again? I don't have many friends and you two have become important to me."

"Spend time with my new favorite person and get to go swimming and sit in a hot tub?" Said Renée with a huge smile. "Yes, please."

Paul smiled at Renée's enthusiasm. "I would enjoy spending more time with you. But are you sure? It's not usual for a 25 year old to hang out with an old man and Renée is barely 18."

"You're not old!" said Sharon and Renée at the same time. Who looked at each other before bursting into giggles. "And barely 18 makes Renée barely seven years younger. Barely." Sharon continued with a teasing grin as she reached out and tweaked the younger woman's nipple. "And I think Renée is a very mature young woman."

"Hah!" Said Renée as she rub her tit. "Barely. I get it."

Paul wanted to roll his eyes at their shenanigans but resisted the impulse. "In that case, I'm sure we will visit again. It's nice to get out of the city. And to swim in a private pool."

"Next weekend?"

"We can't." Replied Renée. "I have work."

"That's right. I forgot. I don't want to have to wait two whole weeks to see you, but if that is the way it is... You can't do it during the week, can you?

"I hear that you can do it at any time." Renée smirked. "Actually, we do have weekdays." She continued. "Some anyway. I don't start school until August and dad only goes to school three days a week." Then with more enthusiasm "Why don't you come with us next weekend. That way Dad has someone to hang out with while I work."

"I haven't done anything like that in years. Yes. I'd like to, that is if Paul doesn't mind..." Sharon turned to Paul. "You're a student? You said something about homework earlier."

"Yes. I'm studying mathematics at Cal State. And no. I don't mind. It would be nice to share that with you."

"No job? You get to be a full time student?"

"See?" Said Paul to Renée. "Someone gets it!" Then to Sharon "No full time work. I'm a carpenter. Every once in a while my old boss calls me when he gets behind and I put in a few days. But that's mostly for extras. I came into some money a few years ago and decided that it was enough to let me go back to school."

The tone of voice when he said "came into some money" was odd enough to make Sharon curious but not enough for her to forget her manners. Instead she looked at Renée who had a sad look on her face as she focused on her father's left shoulder where the two starburst scars sat. There was obviously a story there but not one she was going to dig into if the father and daughter weren't going to offer.

"Mathematics!" She said instead. "That's hard. You must be really smart!"

"Not so much." He replied modestly. "Undergraduate work is about studying what other people have figured out then spewing it out at test time. Almost anyone who's dedicated and willing to buckle down and do the work can get through it."

"Don't let Dad fool you. After 3 years he has a 3.8 average."

"Three point eight? Is that good?"

"Four point zero is a perfect 'A'. And he only has that 3.8 because of one class where he missed the final. And he still got a 'B' in the class."

Sharon turned to Paul curiously. "My car broke down on my way to class." He explained. "My teacher was understanding but couldn't help me 'cause of the written policy. It was one of my general ed classed so it's not that much of a deal."