StumblingFillies

  Part 3-Fathers Day --- Father’s Day rolled around a few weeks after the vodka-cranberry family night, and Jules and Claire were determined to make it a memorable one. The house was decked out with cheesy decorations—balloons shaped like ties and a glittery “Best Dad Ever” banner Jules had insisted on making. But the real plan, as Jules whispered to Claire that morning, was to “get totally sloshed” in your honor and “look hot doing it.” They’d gone shopping earlier that week, sneaking off to pick out new outfits they knew would catch your eye. It was a crisp Tuesday afternoon when Jules and Claire set out for the mall, determined to find “sexy outfits” for their Father’s Day surprise. They’d agreed to find “sexy outfits” to surprise you, a plan Jules had hatched with a mischievous grin over breakfast. Claire, usually the more grounded of the two, had been roped in by Jules’ infectious energy—and maybe a mimosa or two they’d shared to “get in the mood.” Jules had swapped her usual ...

 Part 1: https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2024/06/good-night-daddy.html Part 2 (heavily written with Grok AI, and then edited/inhanced by me): As her warm lips worked up and down your shaft, you wondered how she knew that. You thought back to dinner, and how she’d gotten drunk in the first place. The kitchen had smelled like roasted garlic and herbs as you pulled the chicken out of the oven. It was a rare night—no work emergencies, no plans, just you and your stepdaughter, Jules, at home for dinner. She’d been sprawled on the couch all day, scrolling her phone in a pair of sweatpants so old they had holes in the knees. Jules was wearing a faded band tee she’d probably snagged from a thrift store-It was a black Metallica shirt, the logo cracked and peeling from too many washes, the sleeves cut off unevenly like she’d hacked them with kitchen scissors. The hem was likewise hacked, just below her breasts. As it was too small for her, it didn’t leave much to the imagination—especi...