I didn't know what to say. Where do you start with something like this? I gave a sigh."Shawn, what's going on?" She gave me a level look."What do you ...ean, dad?" I mean upstairs just now, calling out for your dad while masturbating. And this," I pointed at her diary, "Spying on your mom and me. What is going on with you? Why are you doing this?" She looked down at the diary, and then looked me in the eye again."Because I want to fuck you, dad." What?" I don't think I expected her to say it so. Presently, though, I felt my nut-sack contract, and I pulled out quickly, shooting my load all over Mom’s back. Breakfast was forgotten as we stumbled into the shower together to wash off my come. It wasn’t long before that devolved into another cock sucking session, and within minutes we were in bed together, screwing like minks. We kept it up that way for two days, and at the end of it I agreed to Ma’s nudity decree-at least while Dad’s not home. After all, it makes it. She got orders wrong several times, spilled coffee on a customer, and gave incorrect change to another. He did not return the amount, and she only found that out later, when she was counting her till. A number of customers grew impatient after having to wait, and made all manner of rude comments about her inability to do her job, and their need to hire more help. She merely nodded and poured their coffee, or counted out their change, and moved on to the next table, where she heard it all over. Paul climbs in and as its only 5 minutes away asks if Hannah wants a brew, to which she says yes as she's nothing else to do for a little while now.On getting to Paul's he pops the kettle on and makes the brew, Hannah is sat in the room messing on her phone. As Paul comes in he can see she's on the website again so jokes, you going to show me the website your fascinated with. Hannah blushed but said sit here then and shows Paul parts of the site, but being bad and being able to see she's.