Did Somebody Order Semen? brazzers

As a recent widower, my college-age daughter has been great about coming home to check up on me for the past three months. My wife of twenty-five years, her mother, Cherie, passed away unexpectedly due to cancer. She felt fine one day, the next day she was in the hospital, and then four days later she was gone.

Being her senior year, Tasha had a trip planned with a group of sorority sisters to go to Cabo for the week, but she cancelled about a month ago. She told me she’d come home for the week and help me clean out Mom’s clothes. I was thankful for the help but more importantly the chance to spend time with my daughter. Did Somebody Order Semen?.

A few days before her arrival Tasha called and asked if she could bring one of her friends home for the week. She said the friend, Shane, had never been to Wine Country and Tasha wanted to take her to a few places in the afternoons. She explained that we could do our chores during the morning and then the girls would go wine tasting and shopping in the afternoons. I told her the added diversion would be great.

On Friday afternoon I heard the slam of car doors in the driveway. I got up from my home office and went out the front door to greet Tasha and her friend. “Tasha, I’m so glad you’re home!”

Tasha looked up from grabbing her suitcase in her trunk, “Daddy!” We quickly embraced for a long hug. While it had only been one month since she was last home it felt much longer. As we broke our hug she said, “Dad, this is Shane. Shane Shuman.”

I had noticed the other girl as I hugged Tasha, they looked very much alike as tall curvy blondes. Their sorority at UC Santa Barbara has a reputation for being the “blonde house.” But when I turned to look at Shane I was taken aback by her natural beauty.

Unlike most college sorority girls who emulate the Kardashian types with heavy make-up, fake eye lashes, ridiculously long finger nails and such, Shane looked like the porotype “California Beach Babe.” She had long straight hair just past her shoulders, wore very little makeup, a touch of mascara, and what I assumed to be lip gloss.

After a simple hug and pleasantries, I told the girls, “The Napa guys will be hitting on you two cuties all week long. Be prepared.”

Shane laughed and said, “They can’t be any worse than horny frat boys!”

I looked at Shane funny, pointing to myself, and told her, “Did Somebody Order Semen!”

I took the girls inside and Tasha got Shane set up in the guest room. Soon they joined me on the back patio looking out over our vineyards. I was drinking a cold beer, but Tasha opened a bottle of our estate Pinot Grigio for her and Shane.

I looked at Tasha with a grin. “Don’t even say it, Dad. She already knows that I was a tomboy too. It’s probably why we’ve become such good friends.”

Shane complimented us on the house and the beautiful vineyards. We both gave Cherie the credit since she had designed the home and did all of the decorating. “Wait until we give you a tour of the winery and tasting room,” Tasha said. “My mom was the genius behind every detail in the tasting room and outdoor area.”