.. great. Really,” he checked the focus and film, “So now you’re seeing things, too?”He dressed quickly and left that place, glancing more tha... once over his shoulder. He didn’t know what was happening. But of one thing, he was absolutely certain—he wouldn’t dare tell a soul.Mental illness, admittedly, ran in the family. His father lived thirty years in a drunken stupor, punctuated by delirium tremens and paranoia, before drowning himself in a bathtub. Owen always believed the booze was to. Butinstead of recovering, Sandy took her hand under Andy’sskirt and stuck two fingers in her hole.“You’re pretty wet down there, too!” she said smilingwhen her head also disappeared under the skirt. Shelicked her friend’s pussy which was, as always, smoothand soft.“Besides, Max obviously already had a piece of yourcunt,” she added.“Yes, he had.” She grinned at her. “And I believe hewants to fuck now. Let’s go to the kitchen. We. She suckedin her cheeks, anxious to have his cum squirting into her mouth.She whipped her tongue over his plowing prick-shaft, chewing andsucking her father's prick with wild abandonment. "I'm cuming," he roared, plowing his cock balls deep into herthroat. "I'm cuming!" His balls erupted, a thick river of jizz blasting from hispiss-hole and squirting into his daughter's throat. "I'm cuming, baby! Aghhhh!" he bellowed. There wasn't time to gulp the first thick wad. She gulped. To have referred to him as ‘James’ would have created a new set of problems for him, ones he didn’t deserve, not now, not ever. Her thoughts about him had changed so much since they first met. It was inevitable, now that she thought about it. He was more than just an employer, he was a friend. He was more than that, even if he didn’t know it. She decided to do her best to make him happy and forget about her sister and what she did. ‘Is she sick or something?’ He was genuinely concerned,.