Very quietly, she inched her way from under the window and walked quickly to the patio doors at the back. She lifted the flowerpot and took the key, p...acing it very gently into the lock, there was a gentle click as the lock opened and she eased the door open , removing her shoes, she slid inside.The back of the house was quiet, as she tiptoed across the dining room she could hear breathing. The dining room door to the lounge was half open and as she peered into the gloom she could make out the. "Wow!" he said. "No wonder I'm tired and achy." Dr. Sandra Makes-Shemanski entered the room to check on the boy. Upon seeing him awake she smiled broadly as she checked him. "Well Danny, you seem to be doing quite well. No one is quite sure how you got to Cindy to knock her out of the way, much less how you survived with so few injuries. Other that a nasty blow to the head, you're fine." Danny realized he might have to stay in the hospital. "Can I go home now?" "No," replied Dr.. Her perfectly sculpted abs were also out for the night.When she walked in, we embraced and gave each other a quick peck on the lips as usual before heading to my room. She sat on my bed and removed her sandals then started to massage her beautifully manicured feet. We sat silently for a while as I thought of the right words to tell her I'd become my father's lover. Finally, I blurted it out. "I fucked my dad."She looked stunned. She laughed. "You're kidding! Right?" No. Remember I told you I've. She mewled softly, gripping my shoulders and glissading up and down my cock, rasping her pubic bone hard against mine. The suckling grip of her vagina was sending me wild. I thought of cold vacations, old ladies, hospitals, anything to get my mind off the angel bouncing atop my cock, but it was hopeless.With the angel dust controlling my head, I closed my eyes. Fuelled by the drug, my imagination started working overtime. The hotel room was gone. I pictured us both in pouring rain behind the.