"Then you probably have already worked out your story." I suggested."Why would I need a story?" he asked."One to keep me from calling the police," I s...ggested."Seems to me you are short on evidence of a crime. You did take your bike back after all." he said smiling one of those smart ass, catch me if you can jail house smiles."Okay, then we have nothing to discuss. I will be happy to call the cop de jour anytime. You might want to rethink the 'you are short on evidence' thing though. Since I. The years of therapy, the long periods of loneliness, none of it mattered. It was as if seeing him after all of this time gave me the chance to rectify the mistakes of the past and make my life the way it should have been.It was as if I'd been exiled from existence for the past two years and now after serving my time in purgatory, I was being "Recalled to life."Fate was giving me another chance, I thought as I picked up the coldest bottle of Dos Equis Amber I could find. This was no act of. She’d never been taken so forcefully – so suddenly – and her body was reacting with intense, wonderful shock. One of her hands slipped on the car hood, her pleasure-fogged brain unable to react quickly enough to prevent it. He didn’t miss a beat, and hit her even deeper with the next thrust. Grunts of exertion sounded from behind her as he fucked her pussy so well. She could feel her juices dripping onto her thighs, and her muffled sounds of pleasure grew louder by the second. When he pinched. Clara sat up with a jolt. “Daddy!” She was shocked, confused, embarrassed. Alyssa, too, sat up, but she merely smiled at me.Her father turned toward me and stood, but he didn’t seem the least bit worried. His demeanor was warm and welcoming – not that of a man who had just been caught by the father of a girl he was finger-banging while his own daughter sucked him off. His dick jutted out at me as he approached and reached out to shake my hand, his fingers glistening.“Hello there. You must be.