Daddy's B.I.T.C.H.E.S

Bitches podría ser tranquilamente la sigla de: Barely Incubating a Transcendental Cock Haciendo Ejercicio Seguido, pero en realidad lo pongo con puntos para que quede bien yanki.
So the thing is, my dad's single, charming, smart, careful, courteous and a love machine. Let's say: a good match for every woman in their thirty longs, a 'keeper' for a second marriage for women in their forties and a gift of life and fuel to a fifty five acceptable female. Since he's moved out he's been with at least 10 different women. Not that you care or that I should tell this inside information, but it surprises me he's such a gentleman! I mean, he's my dad of course I think he's the best in the world, and all of his sexual accomplishments I rather not know, but he really seduces them! I'm not like embarrassed or anything, I will always look up to him, but is just funny: they all want to introduce him their mothers, sisters, friends and family and marry him. Of course, that's the moment he says 'arrivederci' and without further to do, he never shows up again.. in a very polite way, obviously.
So more than 10, that means he had them all. The japanese girlfriend with the name that means ''beautiful flower'' or some shit like that, the succesfull pharmacist with the juicy tits, the demanding forty-three blond cutie with the inseparable mom, and now the thirty-five hit.
Now the thirty-five hit is still a novelty and a very delicated issue for me to treat, since my very own boyfriend is ten years older than me, so he could totally be my dad's girlfriend's boyfriend (what a mess)(not a nice mess)(a mind mess you know? it sucks). I'm happy that he (my DAD) has the chance to score a young bitch, he told me is the dream of every fifty single man (not like that, but you get the picture) and I myself believe it is because of my own experience, my boyfriend is happy with me cause I'm so manageable and I'm happy with him cause I feel like some sort of Lolita with a strong caring man, so I guess this thirty-something lady must feel something alike with my dad.
With this many conquests, sometimes we arrange a schedule in which at some specific hour I leave the appartment so that he can (let's just say it for once and all) fuck in peace. And sometimes a last hour bitch comes up and I'm no where near my phone so I gotta hide till he takes the 'she' on duty to the bedroom. Few times I waited while they have a coffee and say a few nonsenses about things I don't know and would never want to know and then finally they bluntly go to daddy's room, close the door and have sex with the lights out.
Now today something like that happened, not quite with a coffee and words in between; I disposed myself to a half-hour wait or a nap and then I would escape for a joint in the terrace of the building. So my dad opened the door, I started scratching my back and those stuff you do before you go to sleep, but even before I take off my socks I heard daddy's door closing privately.
"Yeah," I thought, "that's definetly the thirty-five wanna be Lolita bitch." and as I was concluding in that fact I heard something like a little girl being robbed... A little girl being robbed? I looked out but clearly there was no little girl and no thief... Just Lolita's thirty-something proving she's still right on the young bitches track.
All I want to say is: JESUS! Was that for real? Do I needed to hear that? Ok, she didn't even knew I was in the next room, but seriously, my dad's already a grown up, does he really needs to hear that? Alright now, I'm just being hard on the bitch cause she could be my boyfriend's girlfriend (isn't that some fucked up shit?) and I am extremely jealous, but cutting that fact, I need to know: What's with the screaming like a whore, you fucking thirty-five dad fucker bitch?! I know I do it, I sometimes get carried away and scream like a real slut... but I also know I'm twenty, nothing like her situation: thirty fucking fifty... and shouting it out to the whole building? I don't buy that acting, and even if he would be such a smooth lover, I still don't wanna know! Not me or any of our neighbours... So one hand of advice when you come home again you filthy whore:
SHUT-THA-FUCK-UP
just in case.