Pretending to be annoyed at him was difficult and she felt silly preparing lots of dishes for non-existent guests. ‘Well you’ll be pleased I’ve ...ound a maid to serve the guests. You can go gallivanting on the town.’ He said. ‘Now that was as close a reference to her adventures he had ever made.’ She thought. He patted his pockets absently looking for something. ‘Oh! I left the agencies number upstairs. Could you phone them to confirm?’ She went to the bedroom and picked up the piece of paper. ”“I can’t help it my hormones are driving me crazy! I love fucking and enjoy it, even more, when I’m pregnant.”Dan placed his left hand behind him and felt the protruding belly of Wendy pressing against him. He turned to face the other way and noticed her left propped up and his son fucking his wife.“Sorry my love, I would have woken you up but I saw Brad and Jake passing by our bedroom door and I needed a good fucking so bad.”“I get thankless thirds again?” he mildly protested.“What are you. Why didn't you tell me to come over later then? I ask her, she says, well I've been wanting to talk to you in private for some time now and I figured this would be the best time to do that.She put the rolls in the oven, pours herself a big glass of wine and sits down on the sofa. I said so what's up? Well I've known you for 15years now and not one time have you ever made a move on me. I was kind of shocked to here her say that so in response I say back, I think your hot possibly a little drunk. Looking around he didn't see his girl, so he went in search of her.He groaned to himself when he found her, swinging high on the swings. Across from the swing set was a bench. Sitting on the bench there was a gentleman obviously staring at her, a slight smile left no doubt what he was looking at. Daddy knew he was getting an eyeful of little girl pussy. Maybe gentleman wasn't the right word to describe him, as he noticed he had a newspaper conspicuously over his lap.Daddy moved quickly between.